I’ve never in my life seen a man get so cut up! Especially on his hands. Cowboy is constantly getting skin ripped off of one hand or the other. He’s such a manly man…looking cute in his Wranglers, doing all kinds of manly work (sigh).
You would think that in my line of work a little skin hanging off of a hand wouldn’t bother me. But….it totally wigs me out!
Here’s a short conversation between us. Now that I think about it, every conversation with Cowboy is short. What is that all about?
COWBOY: (Hollering from the carport door) Tammy!
ME: Whatever it is, I didn’t do it!
COWBOY: (Chuckling) A little help would be appreciated.
ME: (Walking from our bedroom) Help you with what? Why is there a trail of blood? OMG, what happened?
COWBOY: I nicked myself and I need you to cut the skin off.
ME: (Looking at his hand) Umm…. nope. That’s not a nick. That’s skin that has been partially ripped off. Nope… can’t do it. I’m not that person. I’m about to throw up in my mouth.
COWBOY: Don’t you pop pimples for a living? It’s just a little skin!
ME: Let’s keep my pimple popping out of this. I have an idea…let’s super glue it.
COWBOY: Just cut the skin off and let’s be done with it.
ME: You’re bleeding all over the place. I can’t even see where to cut it. Does it hurt?
COWBOY: I’ve had worse cuts on my eyeball.
ME: Sweet Jesus.
’til next Sunday y’all- xo Tammy
