This evening, the Irish Woman passed me as she was going across the living room. Being the sweet, wonderful wife she is, she decided to give me a smooch as she passed.
As she leaned down to kiss my cheek, a bolt of lightning arced from her nose to my eyeball. Apparently the throw rug had energized her as she crossed it.
I'm glad the kids weren't in the room for a few minutes, as I expressed my surprise and pain in a language that would make a nun swoon.
No real damage, but I now flinch when she comes near me.
What a wonderful, romantic way to start the Valentines Day weekend.
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ouch ...
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