Do you want to die?
That was the question posed to me by Kerri when I said, “I’m gonna do it tomorrow instead”. There was a slight misunderstanding of what “it” was but I straightened it out before having to struggle to remove the blade from my spine.
Today I was supposed to fix the front door (the handle is sticking badly) and go to my Mom’s place to setup a wireless network and move a couch out of her garage. I was referring to the chores at my Mom’s place when I spoke of “doing it tomorrow” but Kerri initially thought I was trying to skirt the door-fixing job at home.
Once I clarified things we both laughed, but I think Kerri secretly wanted me to test her resolve, and potentially her swords[wom]manship.
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