My husband is normally the one who has tales of the weird and strange occurring in everyday life, he's out there everyday interacting with hundreds of different people on a daily basis.
So the stories he comes home with sometimes are out there. Really out there. I'll have to share one day.
But today it's my turn. I had a huge scary shock when I stepped out of the shower today. I glanced in the mirror as I was drying off and discovered my entire upper body was covered in red bloody scratches.
At least that's what it looked like.
I totally freaked wondering how the hell I got mangled while taking a shower.
When I wiped all the fog off the mirror and took a closer look I discovered the "scratches" were really lines of red lint all over my body.
But they had looked like scratches- the kind you get when you wrestle with a rose bush... and lose. Or a angry mob of kittens that haven't been declawed.
Skinny, jagged, bloody scratches. I looked like an escapee from a horror movie set.
I will never wash my towels with my red fuzzy blankets again.
Next time I might not survive the shock.
3 comments:
I totaly understand, I did someting like that before and freaked, but mine was the towel fuzz.. Then after the fact all I could do was laugh..
yeah after I got over my shock I laughed my butt off then called my husband so he could laugh.
At least I finally had a good story to tell him
lol too funny that would be scarya t first but funny now btw ty tyty for the book it arriaved the other day so thank you again
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