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I'll bite.
My wife isn't allowed in the shop for fear she will try to use one of my tools. It wouldn't be so bad but apparently she was taught that every tool has a dual purpose. What it was sold for and as a hammer. But, more importantly, I will not allow her in the kitchen either. I tell you, all you have to do is watch her with a knife for two minutes and it will make your blood run cold. I have tried to give her friendly advice and pointers to make her safer but she is completely unwilling to listen to me.
In fact, just this morning while she was applying a butterfly bandage to the end of my left index finger in an attempt to reattach the portion I cut off and keep it at the length God Gave me, she looked at me and asked why I am always berating her knife technique. I winced through some of the pain and shook my head at the ridiculous question. "Do you see what I did here", I asked.
"Of course I see", she said, "I'm patching it up aren't I?"
Ignoring the sarcasm, I tried to explaining once more how it was only my quick reflexes that stopped this cut from being worse. How my experience in this field is what allowed me to so quickly apply the proper pressure to ensure that the severed portion would heal.
She looked at my other hand, and asked, "Like that one?"
I tapped my right ring finger on the table. Numb as a rock. "Well, it takes time for the nerve damage to heal."
Her eyebrows shot up, "Four years?"
I looked at her and told her that her attitude is the very reason she is not allowed in the shop or the Kitchen. Then once more I informed her that if she would just listen to me she would be so much safer and better off.
She finished with the bandage and said, "Great, then go finish the sandwich you were making for me."
I walked into the kitchen trying to keep my left hand elevated to alleviate the throbbing and smiled to myself. Once more, my logic was too much for her and I was able to keep her out of my kitchen. Foolish woman.
Mike