The following conversation seriously just happened.....
Me (while pouring a glass of WELL deserved wine after particularly hellacious week): "How do you know when a bone is broken?"
Him: *quizzical look*
Me (holding up my elbow and pointing to the remaining evidence from ten days ago):
Him: "Your elbow is NOT broken."
Me: "Are you sure? Because I just laid it on the table and almost passed out from the pain."
Him: "I'm sure." (exasperated look)
Me: "Do you think it could be chipped?"
Him: "Probably - but that's not a big deal."
Me: "Yeah, since it's not YOUR elbow...."
Him (scratching at the back of his neck): "I think something bit me." (Bending over to show me)
Me (inspecting said area): "Hmmmmm......meh. It's nothing."
Him: "What? Just because I didn't give you sympathy for your elbow?!"
Me: What?! No! It's nothing.....really. Just a little bump. Nothing serious. You know, nothing serious like say, a broken elbow...." (walking out the door to the back porch).
The blog fodder may not have completely dried up since MC went on his merry way after all. There is still Hubby.....