January Is Not Her Month

Whatever you do, please don’t tell my mother-in-law about this blog post. I’m pretty sure that if she reads it she’ll make Miss Terry move back home and won’t let her play with me anymore. She won’t admit it, but sometimes I think she suspects I abuse my wife. And who can blame her, given some of the things that have happened over the years.

Several years ago when we were in the Florida Keys in January, we stopped at a place where you could feed massive tarpon by hand. I encouraged Terry to feed one of them while I took a picture, and when it came out of the water it engulfed her whole arm from wrist to elbow. Fortunately, tarpon don’t have teeth. Unfortunately, the inside of their mouth is made of a bunch of plates that are like sandpaper, and when released her, her arm looked like someone had done exactly that, taken sandpaper to it.

Then, the next January when we stopped in Salt Flat, Texas  to visit a friend. He had quite a bit of acreage and his own shooting range. Terry was target shooting with us and a bullet from the .40 semiautomatic pistol she was shooting ricocheted back from the target and hit her in the upper thigh. Fortunately, it had lost most of its velocity and only left a deep welt in her skin. You can read about that misadventure at this link.

And Friday night, this happened.

And I can’t blame rogue tarpon or ricocheting bullets for this one. No, this was all my fault. We were snuggling in bed before we fell asleep, like we do every night, and Terry asked me if I had set our burglar alarm. I couldn’t remember, so I picked up my phone to check the alarm app. And then I dropped it, smacking her right in the corner of her eye.

It hurt like hell, no question about that, but I think it hurt me even more. At least, I was the one doing the crying while Terry was comforting me. Seriously, I can’t tell you how bad I felt from my clumsiness, and I’ve been kicking my own butt ever since. I know accidents happen, but I hate it when I’m the cause of them. Especially when I hurt somebody I love so much.

Terry says she’s fine, and it only hurts when she touches it. I’m not sure if that’s really true, or if she’s just trying to make me feel better. If that’s the case, it’s not working.

To top all of that off, we also got married in January. No, it’s just not a good month for her.

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Thought For The Day – If you hear 20 minutes of moaning and me saying “oh my God” from my bedroom in the morning, that’s just me trying to stand up.