She pushed past me and shoved her hands into the dishwater.
“Baby, whaddaru doing?” I asked. “‘S my turn to wash the dishes.”
“Got super glue on my hands! Fuckityfuck!” She wailed. She pulled her left hand out to show me.
Sure enough two of her fingers were stuck together . And the glue had visibly hardened on her skin over her knuckles.
I couldn’t help laughing. “Whadja do that for??”
“I DIDNT do it on PURPOSE.” She glared at me. She’s so cute when she’s annoyed, though!!
“Honey, Ive told you that your crafty projects were gonna get you in a predicament someday… always glueing sparkly shit to other shit..”
“Eddie!!! Goddam Stop laughing at me and go get your nail polish remover!”
“Remover?? babe I don’t have that stuff. I just pick polish off when It peels.” Like now. I illustrate my point on my pinky nail that is still black up to the edge.
“I’m not going to pick this off my skin it might tear.” She says, “I need a solvent.” She’s cool under pressure, my gal, although it does sound like she kinda wants to kick my ass, but I can work with that energy… later.
“Wayne might have parts cleaner in his tools..” I suggest.
“Oh gawd. I look like a skeksis!” She looks at her hand and her eyes are watering like she’s gonna cry. I can’t have that, tho.
“I’ll still love you with one withered wrinkly horrific hand.” I swear. Clutching her to my chest till she relaxes into my hug and looks up at me.
“Do you have petroleum jelly?” She asks.
“Yea. Of course, darlin’.”
It takes me a while to find it and it takes even longer to slather her hand with it and even longer to get her de-glued.
Eventually the evening crafty drama is over and we are cuddled up on the couch.
“Of course I do.” She kisses my shoulder.
“Good. Cause you’re stuck with me.” I say like I’m singing.
She play-punches me in the stomach but that just leads to wrestling which leads to losing clothes which leads to rushing to my bed together so as usual, I win.
