More Tid Bits

If you have a blister or a cut upon your person, don’t come to my house.  I will have to send you away without first aid.  Last night I was undressing The Bandit to get him in his pajamas and, when I pulled off his shirt, I found approximately 32 band-aids scattering his torso and legs.  There was Batman and Scooby Doo, a random Hannah Montana here and there, a couple of Cars and Nemo, and one or two regular grown up band-aids for good measure.  Every single freckle had a bandage.  Every blemish.  Every imperfection of his skin.  Every imagined boo-boo.  If you were smart, you’d invest your money in Johnson and Johnson.

My Honey and I were faithfully watching the Olympics like we have since they started earlier this month and ice dancing came on.  My Honey couldn’t understand the difference between that discipline and pairs skating.  I tried to explain the nuances to him, but he didn’t really want to listen.  Instead, he suggested that they combine ice dancing with curling.  Perhaps they could set the curling stone thingy on fire and maybe put razor blades on the little brooms to add even more danger.  He thought they could change the name to Peril Skating.  He may have something there.  I’d like to hear Bob Costas announce that.

My Honey and I are working on a “trailer” for the story that I sold.  That’s the newest fad – a 20 or 30 second video commercial if you will.  I have a very clear idea of what I want it to be.  I can’t tell you any more of this story because he very clearly, and in an unusually stern voice, informed me that he would divorce me without a second thought if I did.  But I want you to know that there is a story out there in the ether somewhere that had me laughing so hard that I may have wet my pants just a little and certainly wheezed for the rest of the night.  If he does something that REALLY pisses me off someday……