My mother stabbed me in the foot!
Apparently, my mother doesn’t have a printer. So she dropped by my place with her laptop so she could print out her taxes and then took me out to dunch.
While we were there she stabbed me in the foot!
Hee. I just love saying that.
We were out at the waterfront waiting for Happy Hour to start so we could enjoy happy hour crawfish. We were watching this guy case the shrimp boats that were tied to the pier in front of us. He boarded one and looked all around it and then boarded another. He opened up all the crates and dug around in the nets and climbed up on the roof of the steering house. It was REALLY random. So we were making up stories about what the guy was doing there.
My mom thought he had a bigger shrimping operation and was trying to buy up all the little boats to add to his fleet and extend his control. I thought he was a disgruntled accountant looking to buy a boat to return to a simpler time now that the tax season was over. Other ideas that were bandied about had to do with the “Shrip Boat Liberation Front” and promoting veganism by keeping people from catching fish.
By the end of it we had gotten kind of silly and my mom slammed the table when she came up with her final idea. My knife jumped and fell through the slats of the table and the point of the knife nicked my foot.
I thought it was really funny until I looked down and my foot was bleeding.
I, out of the goodness of my heart, give my mom paper, a printer and an envelope so she could pay her taxes. She repaid me by stabbing me in the foot. Sigh.
Okay there were also margaritas and crawfish… but I’m focusing on the foot stabbing.
While we were there she stabbed me in the foot!
Hee. I just love saying that.
We were out at the waterfront waiting for Happy Hour to start so we could enjoy happy hour crawfish. We were watching this guy case the shrimp boats that were tied to the pier in front of us. He boarded one and looked all around it and then boarded another. He opened up all the crates and dug around in the nets and climbed up on the roof of the steering house. It was REALLY random. So we were making up stories about what the guy was doing there.
My mom thought he had a bigger shrimping operation and was trying to buy up all the little boats to add to his fleet and extend his control. I thought he was a disgruntled accountant looking to buy a boat to return to a simpler time now that the tax season was over. Other ideas that were bandied about had to do with the “Shrip Boat Liberation Front” and promoting veganism by keeping people from catching fish.
By the end of it we had gotten kind of silly and my mom slammed the table when she came up with her final idea. My knife jumped and fell through the slats of the table and the point of the knife nicked my foot.
I thought it was really funny until I looked down and my foot was bleeding.
I, out of the goodness of my heart, give my mom paper, a printer and an envelope so she could pay her taxes. She repaid me by stabbing me in the foot. Sigh.
Okay there were also margaritas and crawfish… but I’m focusing on the foot stabbing.