Wonder Wench Writes

Sharp objects are definitely out.

Do you all KNOW how bad my Louie-Louie Lad is with sharp objects?  Our great granddaughter Cecelia knows not to run with anything in her hand, sharp or not.  But not this guy.

He came upstairs from his office with a bandage on his arm and I asked what happened.  “Mmphblug,” was his answer.  There was some blood, but not a lot …

I knew his mother and I know she taught him to always slice away from his body.  I KNOW SHE DID!  The fact that there are scars on his arm from slicing a ham … well, sheesh …

 It’s a guy thing, right?  I asked Big Louie, his own bad self, and he just grumbled in his beard.  Our daughter, Kris, who is an accomplished artist, took a course in welding.  Yup, big black face mask, heavy leather gloves, sparks flying in twenty directions … and she never even got a small burn.  My Lad?  He tried to change a light bulb for me, dropped the thing, and cut himself to pieces.

I hide the scissors and try hard to keep the knives out of his reach.  But when he gets on his lawn tractor, I get … scared …

One Response to “Wonder Wench Writes”

  1. Bob Littler says:

    put locking stirups on that mower so that he wont instantly become 5’0″