I walked into one of the upstairs bedrooms where Amanda was burning a candle. I told her that her candles stink. She said that my candles stink. In sisterly fun we sparred… she kicked at me and I blocked it with my hand. She broke my middle finger on my left hand! “IIIIIIIIIIIIIICE!!!!” I screamed. She got me some ice. She was apologetic. It hurt BAD!!!! The next day I had it x-rayed. Yes, it was broken.
She was really sorry to hurt me so badly. She helped me many days with my farm-chores because she was ‘sorry.’
A few weeks later it was time to unload a wagon full of hay. She helped until it was done. Then she sat on a bale of hay and said “J.J. you’ve used up all your sorry.” It was very funny… I don’t think she’s been in the barn much since!
What can I say???? I love her, but her candles STILL stink!!!!
2 comments:
Don't worry J... we all know that its your candles that really stink!!
NO!!!!!!!!! (and I think maybe you are still just a weeeeeee bit sorry!)
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