MorelCabin
Quilting Extraordinaire
Ole staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy
Sven. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife Lena. He tiptoed as
quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but
misjudged the bottom step.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he
landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and
made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Ole sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in
the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He
managed to quietly find a full box of band-Aids and began putting a band-aid
as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost
empty band-aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning,
Ole woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Lena staring at
him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Ole?"
Ole said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Lena said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken
glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing
through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly...
"It's all those band-aids stuck on the hall mirror."
Sven. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife Lena. He tiptoed as
quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but
misjudged the bottom step.
As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he
landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and
made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Ole sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in
the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He
managed to quietly find a full box of band-Aids and began putting a band-aid
as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost
empty band-aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning,
Ole woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Lena staring at
him from across the room.
She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Ole?"
Ole said, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Lena said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken
glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing
through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly...
"It's all those band-aids stuck on the hall mirror."
