My Dad cut his finger off
So just before school on Friday, I was handling a new knife I had in for review and I cut my index finger on my left hand. It was not a particularly bad cut, but it did bleed an unusual amount, given how shallow it was. More than the cut or the blood, I was frustrated with the band aid packaging (as one usually is, band aid packaging is awful). Among the bleeding and the torn band aids, I may have let loose a swear word or two. Isaac stood there, mouth agap worried more than the cut warranted.
I patched myself up and we got in the car and went to school (in uniform and on time, mind you). After I left him out, apparently I-man had a conversation with THE Sister Irene that went something like this:
Isaac: My Dad cut his finger off.
Sister Irene: Really? When?
Isaac: This morning.
Sister Irene: Oh my goodness. Did he go to the hospital?
Isaac: No.
Sister Irene: Well, who took you to school?
Isaac: My Dad.
Sister Irene: Was he okay?
Isaac: He was bleeding all over the place.
Sister Irene: Oh MY!
So that is not exactly what happened, but I can only imagine what Sister Irene thinks actually happened. She either thinks I am John Wayne tough or a total moron, or a bit of both. I am just glad Isaac didn't tell her I swore. Even at 39, her nun stare scares the bejeezus out of me.
I patched myself up and we got in the car and went to school (in uniform and on time, mind you). After I left him out, apparently I-man had a conversation with THE Sister Irene that went something like this:
Isaac: My Dad cut his finger off.
Sister Irene: Really? When?
Isaac: This morning.
Sister Irene: Oh my goodness. Did he go to the hospital?
Isaac: No.
Sister Irene: Well, who took you to school?
Isaac: My Dad.
Sister Irene: Was he okay?
Isaac: He was bleeding all over the place.
Sister Irene: Oh MY!
So that is not exactly what happened, but I can only imagine what Sister Irene thinks actually happened. She either thinks I am John Wayne tough or a total moron, or a bit of both. I am just glad Isaac didn't tell her I swore. Even at 39, her nun stare scares the bejeezus out of me.