My Wife and Her Bruise
Today I gave my wife a bruise upon her sunburnt arm. She screamed her pain, but plain to me in righteous indignity. She said “Ouch you’ve hurt me.” “Remember the Irish!” I yelled. She said words best left unrepeated and slammed the door! Of course I was upset. I ran into the living room. I said, “Don’t slam the door, you’ll ruin it.” “See this bruise? See it? Abuse!” she screamed. I was contrite. I rubbed my amazing tincture on her arm, her bruise faded. “Sue away, Sue,” I said.