I like being on this side of an inside joke.
Our family has one. It's hard to explain, you sorta 'have to be there' or here. Whatever.
But one line sends our family into fits of laughter. And you can't just say it because that's not funny. You have to scrunch up your face and say it in a barbaric voice.
The blood of a warrior.
Do you know where we heard that line?
An obnoxious re-run of Disney's Hannah Montana two years ago, before we banned the show from our home. Ironic, huh?
That one line is the best thing that ever came from that show. You can quote me on that.
All that to say, we spent a good part of a day last week, hunting down the warrior who left a large trail of blood on our kitchen floor.
My daughter informed us in a worried voice, "Someone in this house is bleeding!"
And no one acted surprised (note blog title. ahem).
I checked toes and fingers, feet and hands, even paws. (I'm pretty sure if my cat wasn't already scarred for life, he is now. The search insulted him). I followed the trail of blood through the kitchen and into the living room.
It led to my hubby.
I held out my hand and he produced a foot. Sure enough, it was him.
Me: "How can you have glass in your foot and an open wound and leave a trail of blood and not even know it?" (And it's not the first time I've asked that question).
Him: And I quote, "Shoulder Shrug."
I cannot tell you how many times this man has dripped blood and not known. I, on the other hand, need a sling for a paper cut.
Most of his injuries are acquired while he works on the car, repairs a broken appliance or digs a lost toy from behind a dresser. He nicks a knuckle helping me with a DIY project, scrapes arms climbing trees with a daughter, gashes a leg teaching a son to ride his bike.
Most of his injuries occur while he's serving his family.
He is a real man. I am honored to be his wife.
Today he turns 39.
He is our warrior.
So, in honor of his day, I asked all three of my children to tell you how we say the blood of a warrior:
(One of them was a little reluctant)
Happy birthday, honey. I hope it's a scream!
And good luck on the interview!