We were at our friend’s house on Saturday night and during the telling of a story, I made the comment that something was “bleeding like stink”. My husband looked at me like I was crazy and asked everybody to please excuse his wife who likes to make up random phrases and pass them off as real.
Obviously he has never been out in the woods cutting wood for the coming winter and witnessed his brother getting his scalp nicked by a running chain saw. (We never did figure out completely how my brother ended up in the right place to have this happen.)
Believe me. His head bled like stink.
It’s okay Daddy. I know you didn’t mean to.