so last night the husband comes home from work and i see he looks like a train wreck.

his arms are all scabbed up, his head has a huge gash on it, he has a black eye and bruises and a big lump coming out of his forehead.

i immediately put the pieces together and realize he crashed his bicycle coming home for the neighor's house in the dark the night before.

what is the first thing i think?

BLOG POST.

what kind of wife am i? he won't let me take a picture, but trust me. it's bad.

he does not want anyone to know about this. which only proves another thing (besides the fact that riding bikes in the dark is a bad idea). the husband would be a HORRIBLE blogger.

what good is a story like this if you can't tell your 12 best friends?

i did apologize when he said he thought he had a concussion the night before but didn't want to deal with waking me up to take him to the hospital.

sheesh. i would have only laughed for a minute.

poor guy.