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Fragments from Floyd

In Sickness and in Health, For Better Or…

In Sickness and in Health

If a spouse were to keep a book of petty gripes and minor grievances over the course of almost four decades, what interesting reading it would make. I have one such addition to my growing tome, see if you don’t agree it deserves an entry….

WHAM! A loud crack and simultaneous white flash of pain and terror shocked my brain like the blast wave of an explosion, so much more so because I was simply walking down the two steps from the dining room into the cold, dark front room lit only by the coals of the past night’s fire.

It was barely 4 a.m. I’m not sure I’d even had coffee.

What the H___ was that! My mind recoiled in fear and agony that had come upon me so unexpectedly. I waved my injured fingertip in the air as if to put out a fire.

“Sorry” she said meekly from her cereal bowl.

“You did WHAT!?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“I found it upstairs in the back room and didn’t know what to do with it, so I put it on the stair post where you’d see it last night.”

I hadn’t seen it, complete with a smear of peanut butter: a cocked mousetrap.

I rest my case.

5 thoughts on “In Sickness and in Health, For Better Or…”

  1. WELL,



  2. “Ummm, Sweetheart, if you’re not sure what to do, call me, OK?”

    Fred, at first, I thought it was a gunshot. I thought “Oh, God, what have I done?” Then I realized it was a boobytrap!

  3. Just stopping in to see what you’ve been up to. Yikes! Don’t scare us like that– I thought you’d had a stroke! (white flash…brain)

    The question remains. What, exactly, was she thinking? [grin]

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