Kip Powick Posted October 16, 2006 Share Posted October 16, 2006 Gord staggered home very late after another evening at the Crow's Nest with his drinking buddy, Bob. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Marg,he tiptoed quietly toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his butt. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Gord sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Gord woke up with searing pain in his head and butt and Marg staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Gord?" Gord said, "Why'd you say such mean ting's to me? I just be tired” Well," Marg said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly..........it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John S. Posted October 16, 2006 Share Posted October 16, 2006 Hi Kip, Good one. Here's one back: Is this Jennifer related to you? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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