The Bloody Tourniquet
Trystan just came downstairs with a bloody sock wrapped around his leg like a tourniquet.
A sword fight at the Renaissance Festival
Just three more sleeps and we'd be feasting on turkey legs and raising a pint to king and country. Dilly! Dilly!
The softball that wasn’t Pt. 3 The battle of the bathroom
As ready as I could be with what I had available, I once again entered the arena; my fate hanging in the balance, armed with a twisted piece metal and nothing more than a thin layer of latex barely covering my wrist.
The softball that wasn’t Pt. 2 A septic calamity
As the older Rose from Titanic described, “- people in the boats had nothing to do but wait. Wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.”
And so it begins….
Whenever my husband leaves for an extended period of time the cosmos immediately erupt into utter chaos.