Battle Scars
September 6th 2010 21:00
One night after a particularly stressful week Brett and I decided to catch up at a bar. I noticed a big scratch on his hand. Actually, I had also noticed another scratch on his arm when I saw him a few days before then.
Before I could ask, he launched into an explanation: “That was from Butterscotch.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I was taking a shower and Butterscotch was watching me. So I decided to hold my arms out in front of my face, karate-chop style, trying to rile him up. I moved too slowly. He scratched me. He loves a fight.”
And so do I. Me being stressed has caused me to being constantly irritable. Still, chilling out with Brett was enough to calm me down…until the next day, of course.
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