so my lovely wife has been quite the top chef in the kitchen this week (on top of her motor speech test, projects being due, and finishing up her work at the hospital).... macaroni and cheese, crock pot bbq chicken, salads, vegetables, sweet potatoes, pizza, just to name a few of her culinary masterpieces. tonight, as she was preparing dinner for us after her long drive home from fort worth, she decides to grate some fresh Parmesan cheese to go on top of our pizza. As she is grating the cheese i hear ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!!!!!!! me, being the accommodating husband i am, continue checking out my fantasy football stats. next thing i know she is running into the bathroom (still screaming). in our 4+ years of knowing each other this is basically the first time she has ever freaked out in such a manner. typically i am the one with the aliments or unusual issues. i hear "STEVEN CAN YOU PLEEEEASE COME IN HERE, AND BRING PAPER TOWELS, AND THROW AWAY THE CHEESE, AND HURRY" not knowing what exactly had happend i comply. liz was standing in the bathroom running her finger under water, blood spatered all over the sink, she had gracefully grated her finger.... as i stand there watching her i start to think... i mean say out loud "i finally have something to blog about".... probably not the best thing to say out loud when a chunk of skin from your wife's finger is in the freshly grated cheese at the bottom of the plate. sick, i know. i have never seen her in a pressure (aka bloody) situation before. she was not as calm as i would have expected, trying to make light of the situation i tried to convince her to put peroxide on the "laceration".... i believe her reply was "#&@*&$*#$% GO AWAY"
so an anxiety attack, no peroxide, and 4 bandaids later-- back to pizza and survivor. a fun thursday night.
and I know you are thinking it and NO we didn't eat the cheese....
Tiger Trot 2014
3 years ago