A couple who are close friends of ours were both single adults for quite a few years before they married. And when they were getting to know each other, one of the things they found out they had in common was a disdain for doing dishes. They had both developed the habit of making one-pot meals and using paper plates to make clean-up quick and simple.
And after they married, the paper-plate-habit became part of their married routine too.
Another trait they share is a love of hiking or just sitting and reading in beautiful settings — they’ve done both all over the country.
One of their favorite places to hike and/or sit and read is the Smokey Mountains, where they go several times a year and where black bear sightings are pretty common. So, a friend of theirs who is a knife collector (that would be Hubby), gave them a Bowie knife to carry with them in the mountains, just in case.
The evening Hubby gave them the knife, they went home and were looking at it. And in a case of unfortunate timing, he started to remove it from the sheath just as she reached for it. The result was that she got a fairly deep cut on her hand.
He took her to the Emergency Room, where the doctor confirmed that she would need a couple stitches.
As the doctor began to put in the stitches, she mentioned that it was going to be a little embarrassing to explain to people how the cut had happened. She felt it made her seem careless.
The doctor, as he stitched, suggested (I suppose) the first alternative excuse that popped into his head, “Well, maybe you could just say you got the cut washing dishes.”
And then her dear, sweet husband said, “That would make it a paper cut.”
The doctor had to pause in his stitching until he could quit laughing.