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[05 Oct 2008|08:49pm] |
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Yesterday, as Dwayne and I were leaving our house to head to a family get-together, he scraped his knuckles on something so badly he was bleeding. The only Band-Aids I had in my purse were pink Hello Kitty ones that I'd put in there for the back of my heels when I went to a writer's conference in the spring. Dwayne wanted skull & cross bones, but I didn't have any of those handy, so he went with the Hello Kitty instead.
The bandage was very noticeable, but he left it on all day--even when some of my cousins started giving him shit. "Nice Band-Aid, Dwayne!"
And that's why I love him. My favorite kind of husbands are the ones who wear will pink bandages in public AND JUST DON'T CARE.
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