It's not about the house.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Maybe I Should Clarify...

Johnny's last name starts with a C.

He was working with Joint Compound, fixing up the mess I made -- suffering, one might say, for my transgressions.

And then he comes up bleeding from the palm?

You can't see the wound so well in this image, but it just cries out "NRSV cover photo," don't you think?

Okay, so the bleeding was not spontaneous, but I stand by my reaction. Which went something along the lines of:

Look! Stigmata!

I'm letting him sit on the couch today and watch Adam Sandler movies. Because I don't want to wake up tomorrow morning in a field of blood or hanging from a tree or anything.

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