When I was a kid we broke bones and didn’t whine about it. We just walked it off or rubbed dirt on it. We also didn’t wear helmets. Concussions built character. Or something like that.
I was in Michigan, she was in Florida. Back then we wrote letters, and had horrible phone bills. Engaged after 6 months, married a year after that. 35 years in May. I am not sure if digital communication would have helped us or not, but it would have been less expensive.
My wife never tells a story without at least 2 “well anyway” interjections. Which signals to me that everything that proceeded is irrelevant to the story. So I guess I am guilty too.
My wife used to kill plants as a hobby. They had pictures of her at nurseries saying “Don’t sell plants to this woman.” Once she brought some plants home and set them on the deck. A short time later a couple had fallen off. I think they jumped.
But all was not lost. She took a bunch of classes from the state extension service, culminating in the Master Gardener Class. She now grows flowers and vegetables like a pro.
The good news is you don’t need to worry about that presentation at work that’s due next week. Oh, and don’t buy any green bananas.