The beloved husband and I do DIY (do it yourself) projects occasionally. Currently we are replacing bedroom carpeting that has been (lovingly) barfed on (multiple times, always at a new spot) by the cats (mostly Mollie, barfer extraordinaire!).
Over the weekend we saw a comedy routine that included a bit about Band-Aids. The comic said that a box of Band-Aids should last a life time.
I thought I was going to die laughing. When I was single, that was true. The adhesive expired before they got used. They discolored and curled up. The protective paper peeled off. My antibiotics were always out of date (by a decade).
Enter the beloved husband. Now we go to the big box stores and buy Band-Aids by the pallet. That’s about a month’s supply. It’s delivered by an 18 wheeler.
I’m not saying he’s accident prone but things happen. Blood spurts. Sometimes it takes multiple Band-Aids. Sometimes the Band-Aid ends up in places it shouldn’t. You wouldn’t want him to toss your salad or put his hand in your chip bag. Just saying.
Today we were about 15 minutes into the project when he went to bathroom with blood running down his arm. This is not a good start but we’ve had worse. Nothing was broken, no stitches. Just an annoying boo-boo to protect through the rest of the project.
Project is still on track. Cats (especially Mollie) have been displaced. They liked this particular bedroom. Then again they like all the bedrooms. It’s something about comfy beds to lie on. Give a cat privacy and sunshine (and some food) and they are happy.
I’ll keep you posted. If you hear ambulance sirens, say a prayer for us.