My husband, as you all know by now, is a messy pig. He had been using the closet in what was our guest room and what is going to be our new nursery, so we cleaned it out last night too.
I was helping him sort things, and I came across a bag full of things that he had brought back from New York, when he volunteered to go work after 9/11. Found many interesting things - a stationery packet that I had made up with him, with a cute little airplane at the top of the paper, saying, "From the hotel room of Chris..." It was never used. Found a card that my middle sister had sent him, to cheer him up, in which she enclosed two pink feathers. Hmmm.
Also found a pair of mini-binoculars. I opened them up to look at them, and something fell to the back of the package. "It's binoculars," Chris helpfully told me.
"I know," I said, "But something fell to the back of the case when I was taking them out." I pulled the binoculars on out, then I picked up the little hard white thing.
"Look," I exclaimed, "The worlds largest fingernail clipping!" I laughed, then suddenly stopped. Because I remembered that one of Chris's big toenails had fallen off while he in was New York.
And I was holding it between my fingers.
2 comments:
Boy, you are just full of yucky stories today, aren't you?
I am trying not to snack after dinner. Can you please keep writing blogs like these since it makes it so much easier for me? The thought of a toenail clipping has totally nixed my urge to eat anything! :)
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