Dangerous Last Words: "Hey! Watch This!" So right now the Hubster is the butt of all jokes at home. For once. Usually, it�s moi who have done the goofy thing that is the source of mirth. Such as the time I woke up Hubster in the middle of the night, whimpered, �I can�t sleep�, and then proceeded to bury my head into his chest and fall fast sleep, snoring and all. Meanwhile, Hubster lay awake for the rest of the night because I cut off the circulation to his arm and it was quite painful. However, on Sunday evening we were enjoying the television and Hubster was collecting items to put in the cooler for our planned tubing trip the next day. It was quite a domestic scene: I was knitting quietly, the TV was on the background, and Wally the cat was sitting in the middle of the den, looking intently at invisible goblins hovering near the fireplace. So Hubster gets the bright idea of scaring the cat. Apparently, my engineer (and normally quite intelligent) Hubster forgot the cardinal rule of Two Things That You Should Never, Ever, Sneak Up Behind and Scare. One is a Marine. The other is a cat. The next thing I know, Hubster is yelling and waving his hand about, attached to which is a large tabby cat. Seriously, that cat was a blur in the air, all four legs and tail streaming out behind him like the wake of a boat. Hubster, howling in pain, finally shook him loose and Wally went sliding down the tiled hallway. The damage was deep scratches and bruises all down Hubster�s arm and four very very deep puncture marks in his hand, right in that fleshy bit between the thumb and forefinger. And that hand swelled up like a randy teenager�s willy upon seeing his first Victoria�s Secret catalogue. So instead of spending a day tubing down the lazy Salt River, Hubster spent his day visiting the doctor and the pharmacy, and listening to me following him around saying things like �Hey! Watch This! MEEEEEOOOOOW!!!� and laughing so hard that I�m sure I�ll pay for it dearly some day.
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