First off, I want to thank my son and hubs for making this post possible. If it were not for them, I'd have nothing for this week's Life is Funny carnival over at Wendy's place. And to think they had this little conversation on a Monday evening. Thanks guys!
So, this story started back this weekend. My husband and I were cleaning out the spare bedroom that will eventually become the new baby's nursery. We had TONS of crap in there and needed to go through it, organize it, and hopefully get rid of most of it. We also ended up deciding to give it a fresh coat of paint and to pull the carpet out.
While we were prepping for the painting part of it, my hubs rigged up a lamp on an overturned dresser drawer to give us a bit of light.
This may not sound all that dangerous just yet, but apparently it is.
He went to move the light contraption so I could vaccuum underneath, and managed to burn the underside of his chin with the top of the light bulb.
He held a cold compress on his chin for the next 2 hours.
He now has a burn the size of a golf ball under his chin. It's not awful looking, although it's bright red and beginning to scab over a bit.
Flash forward to this evening when he got home from work.
I told him that I thought it was cute and asked him if anyone wanted to know what it was. Hubs said that he got tired of telling people it was a burn from a lightbulb (since noone knows lightbulbs are that hot) and decided to tell people I gave him a hickey. (I'm thinking he's just kidding, but I don't like the sound of it anyway).
I gave him my evil stink eye and then we both looked over and realized that our 9 year old was standing in the room. I gave hubs the second stink eye of the last minute which meant "how are you going to explain this to him?".
He looked at our son and said "It looks like a Mickey. Yeah that's what I said."
Our son looks at him and says. "You know, it doesn't look like Mickey. I think it kind of looks like Darth Vader."
If you tilt your head to the right, and pretend your looking at someone's chin, I think he might be right.
I'm a crazy busy wife (to a 43 year old) and mom (to a 23 year old and 8 year old, a dog, and a cat). I almost forgot, I work full time too and my goal in life is to rid the world of Times New Roman font.