My husband came home with a massive bruise on his forearm. It was dark brown and as large as a lemon.
Considering his line of work (construction), all sorts of accidents ran through my head. Banged it on a pole, got hit by a rogue hammer, slammed it into an aluminum control box... who knows. He's always coming home a little scraped up, but this was an unusually noticeable injury.
Me: "Oh my God, where'd you get that huge bruise?!"
Him: "What, this? Me and some of the guys were playing a slapping game."
Sigh.
2 comments:
Boys and bully-dogs just wanna have fun.
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! that's awesome.
i'm going through your entire blog, i love it so much.
you're gonna have to write a book!
some of my favorite animal books:
Good Good Pig
Oink
Marley & Me
Oogie
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