We were sitting on the couch, watching Kim’s Convenience and minding our own business when Rick hands me his phone with a blank email pulled up.
Me- What?
Rick- You need to write a thank you to Brandi for getting our parts shipped and you’d do it better than me.
Me, with a sigh- OK, but I need a decent sized keyboard.
Rick- Fine, use my computer.
Down the hall, to the office, sitting down at his computer, and I get a goathead in the tender spot right between my foot and my pinkie toe.
Me- /various noises indicating pain
Rick, with a sigh, crossing the room and holding his hand out for the extracted goathead so he can throw it away. HUGE shock as I pass it to him that lit up the dark and hurt us both- OW! What the hell?????
Me, grumbling and turning back to the computer- and I got hit TWICE, what the hell is that about?
I write up the email, still muttering.
Me- I’d ask you to get me a pepcid, but we’d probably get set on fire!
Rick, sighing some more, exits, I think to let me write in peace. He comes back a minute later, with the pepcid.
Me- oh! OK, great, but…. could you just drop it into my hand?
We probably shouldn’t have laughed about it for as long as we did, but it’s kind of been a long day.
Curiouser and Curiouser 