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Thursday, April 21, 2005


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Several weeks ago, Justin came home with what looked like a sunburn on his stomach and chest. I couldn't help but exclaim "What the fuck?!?" as soon as I saw it. Apparently, cotton t-shirts can't hold up against the powers of welding rods and moltent steel. The light from the welder actually burned him in the same pattern of the holes in his shirt. If it hadn't been my dear sweet husband with the wound, I would have laughed.

Actually, I think I did laugh.

So anyway, I woke up this morning at 5:45 so I could get Justin's work clothes ready. I always fold them and stack them and put them on the arm of the loveseat so that he can get dressed in the living room and not wake me up with incessant noise and blinding light.

At 6:15, right before his cab showed up, he came into the bedroom, turned on the light and woke me up because I'd given him the holey burn shirt.

Now, the question is.. Did I give him the holey burn shirt on purpose? Or was it an accident?

Maybe he should turn it inside out so he can get matching burns on the other side? Maybe I'll suggest it to him.




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