10th wedding anniversary. Swanky weekend plans in Carmel, California. A few hours before departure, I am grinding away some ridges on recently-poured concrete. The grinder slips and nicks my finger enough to go to the bone. Not wanting to delay our trip to get some stitches, I just wrap it all tightly in Band-Aids.
Fast forward 4 hours. We are sitting at a table in our favorite restaurant, white table cloth, candles, gourmet food. Wife leans over and discreetly whispers to me that the table cloth is getting covered with blood stains from my oozing bandage.
Fast forward 2 more hours. Hopes for a night of bedroom romance are dashed. Trip to the emergency room is needed to clean out an infected wound followed by six stitches, finger splint, and antibiotics
Sigh … there’s always our 15th anniversary.
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gb,
Man , that was sad ,the plan sounded good .
You need to make it up to her and to you .
regards dusty
I would get the wife a nurses outfit for the bedroom and play up the incident. ;-)