February 19, 2007

Self Defense against a Shower Rod

Our bathroom makeover is nearing completion. It is now possible for us to actually use our bathroom again. We still need to put the stone up around the shower stall and replace the flooring, but we’re taking our time with that part (i.e. waiting until we hit the lottery so we can pay someone to do it for us). Pictures will follow soon.

There was, however, one casualty in the bathroom renovation. My middle finger suffered quite an injury when my husband, a little loopy from paint fumes, started swinging shower rods at me Star-Wars-style in Target the other night. He smacked me on the butt a couple times as annoying husbands will do, and then I was done.

I brought my right arm up and was going to use an inside block/knife hand to knock the pole away from me, grab it, disarm him, and of course, retaliate. (The girls were with my parents by the way.) What I wasn’t counting on was the whack that came down across my knuckles from his other shower rod wielding hand. The rod smacked across my middle, ring, and pinky finger and it hurt. My middle finger took the brunt of the smack.

My husband thought it was pretty funny and kept saying that I "punched the shower rod," and that he didn’t hit me with it! Yeah, right. If I only had my tunfa handy at the time . . .

So, I told him that when he wakes in the middle of the night to find the shower rod jammed up his nether-regions, I’ll just tell him that he happened to roll onto it while sleeping.

That kind of thinking can work both ways, don’t you think?

Ooh, and this marks my 200th post!