HORRIBLE FOOT INJURY
One thing I didn’t know about Kristin when we got married (two months ago today) is that she is very serious about her mail. Not male as in me, but mail as in letters brought by the postman. Now that I have realized how much she enjoys getting mail I like to make a big announcement when she gets a letter. So last night I walk in the door and pull an over-sized envelop from the stack of mail and say, “Oh what’s this? I wonder who this is for!?” Kristin runs excitedly from the kitchen…“For me? Is that for me?” “I don’t know.” I say as I pretend to open the envelop. “Let’s find out!” Kristin pretty much goes ballistic chasing me around the house and pleading with me to let her open it. We are both laughing and having a joyous time until suddenly the envelop slips from my hand and falls to the ground. “Now I’ve got it!” Kristin says, as she reaches for the letter…Just before she picks it up I decide to try and slide it away with my foot…I slam my foot down on top of the letter only to feel unbearable pain. The brad which sealed the letter had been pulled up and ruthlessly pierced the bottom of my foot. I lie there in sheer agony as Kristin opens the letter…It was an informational brochure on the Green Family Vacation. My foot bled profusely for about thirty seconds. It was terrible.
The Laceration. (My feet are dirty from going to get the mail bare foot.)
The Instrument of Pain.
May 11th, 2007 at 8:24 am
Quite honestly, I don’t really know how such a small, thin, brad managed to pierce my ever-so calloused feet…I would have thought the brad would have been more damaged than my feet.
May 11th, 2007 at 8:39 am
Hello captain wide foot! First and foremost we had agreed in previous mail openings that whomevers fanily sends the mail gets to open the mail. It was my family (the Douglas Family) that sent the Green Family Vacation Announcement. This package is usually filled with comical reading material & Funtivities! Don’t play with my Mail, Rippy! I also need to mention that later on Jordan was sitting on the floor, and he was fine until he looked at his foot, then yelled in pain at the sight of his own blood. I looked at him and called him a drama kang!
May 11th, 2007 at 9:00 am
Kristin, I told you that I do not like the family-delegating for mail opening, because on March 11, 2007, we joined together and holy matrimony, thus joining our families. There is no “Yours” and “Mine”, only “Ours”…
May 11th, 2007 at 9:45 am
Why don’t you feel that way about your Mona-Vie?
May 14th, 2007 at 7:10 am
You kids are crazy. You still need to come over for dinner one night. Give me a call some time.
May 14th, 2007 at 2:20 pm
Moral of the story is open your own mail, however I do believe the envelope was addressed to the Rippy Family and that would mena either of you! It’s a toss up!