A Peek into the Intimate Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple, Part 19:
(I am in the garage using a handsaw to cut through a board when the wood unexpectedly gives way and the saw cuts parallel slices across my wrist, a couple of them deep and bloody.)
Brian: Karen? I need help with a wound.
Karen: I'll get the Band-Aids. (Takes a look.) I'll get the bandages and tape.
Karen (while cleaning and dressing the wound with skill and compassion): This could be a peek into the intellectual life of a long-married couple!
Brian: I don't think so.
Karen: Why not?
Brian: It's not very funny.
Karen: It's not very intellectual, either.
Karen: Kind of stupid, actually.
Brian: I get it.
(Hours later, we're walking the dog around the block when we see a teenage boy on a skateboard barely avoid deadly collisions with cross-traffic.)
Brian: Idiot! He almost got killed!
Karen: At least he didn't try to cut off his own hand.
(I try to think of something to say to that.)
Brian: I have nothing to say to that.
Karen: Boys. It's a miracle that any of you make it to adulthood.
Brian: With both hands.
Karen: NOW it's a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple!
This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.
(P.S.: I am O.K.)