One time, one time, I threw something at Tom...a teaspoon. The spoon landed perfectly on its side and laid open his chin. I was aghast and immediately sorry. Tom was home for lunch, and with the chin bleeding profusely, we had to quickly stanch the flow and bandage him up so he could get back to work.
He made up a story about how the "accident" happened, since the true story was embarrassing for both of us, especially me. That was the first and last time I threw anything at anyone.
Ha! Tom thought I'd thrown a knife at him. I had to find the teaspoon on the floor to convince him. The wound was so neat a cut I couldn't blame him. I believe this is the first time I've confessed this story of my own violence. Atwood inspired me. You and Atwood, because you were inspired to quote her words.
I can't think of anything more disgusting and terrifying than witnessing my own violence. 50 years ago, I mistreated a dog because it was inconvenient and I was, I realize now, depressed. The dog was confined to a garage, and when it misbehaved, in my opinion, I struck it. Ever since, I have never allowed myself to have a dog because while I think I love dogs, it's apparent that I have at best mixed feelings.
The visuals in this selection are so priceless!
I thought that very thing. Vivid.
I didn't know what to make of it at first but purse shrapnel and TV tossing seems like a wild time.
“Purse shrapnel”. 😊
One time, one time, I threw something at Tom...a teaspoon. The spoon landed perfectly on its side and laid open his chin. I was aghast and immediately sorry. Tom was home for lunch, and with the chin bleeding profusely, we had to quickly stanch the flow and bandage him up so he could get back to work.
He made up a story about how the "accident" happened, since the true story was embarrassing for both of us, especially me. That was the first and last time I threw anything at anyone.
Remind me should we ever dine together to order burgers
Ha! Tom thought I'd thrown a knife at him. I had to find the teaspoon on the floor to convince him. The wound was so neat a cut I couldn't blame him. I believe this is the first time I've confessed this story of my own violence. Atwood inspired me. You and Atwood, because you were inspired to quote her words.
I can't think of anything more disgusting and terrifying than witnessing my own violence. 50 years ago, I mistreated a dog because it was inconvenient and I was, I realize now, depressed. The dog was confined to a garage, and when it misbehaved, in my opinion, I struck it. Ever since, I have never allowed myself to have a dog because while I think I love dogs, it's apparent that I have at best mixed feelings.