

So I am on my way home from school while talking to Seth on the phone. He tells me that he ripped out our front porch (we put a new one that weekend). I asked him a couple questions about it and asked him if he got any splinters or scraps from doing it. He told me that he got a little hurt but nothing to be worried about. So once I get home we are sitting in the living room talking about our day and I notice his foot (see picture above). I jump up and started the 20 question game.... What happened? Was it a nail? Was the nail Rusty? Do we need to go get you a tetnus shot? and so on.... Then I looked at and it hit me, if it is bleeding through the bandage where else has Seth gotten blood, so I am on a search through the living room, looking at the rug, the wood, the kitchen. He finally can't keep it in any longer and blurts out laughing. He played a joke on me and it was only red food dye. He got me good, that husband of mine keeps me on my toes. :)
1 comment:
What a punk! LOL! Just kidding. That's hilarious!
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