Me: Do I have any choice.
--"Look!" John plasters the worlds' most ginormous scab on the glass shower door. "Can we take a picture of it?"
Me: no response.
--"Are you gagging?"
Me: gag. gag. "I'm going to vomit."
--"Really, can we take a picture?"
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So that's it, my Fun Monday entry for the "write the worst first line to a novel, blog, etc." topic. I honestly was dreading this because it seemed almost impossible. Even my best writing is pretty mediocre, so trying to write my worst was bound to come out. . .weird and awkward at best.
Fortunately, reality often steps in and bites you in the butt.
Yeah, John and I really did have the above exchange. I wish I could say I made it up, but this is really how we roll, people. Here's to honesty in the blog, Jenny ( but certainly not what you meant last week)!!! Huge scabs, impressive poops, and other bodily functions are hot topics for discussion. I'm sure it will only get better when we have the baby.
And, yes. I did take a picture. I swear, you really want to skip this if you can avert your eyes from the car wreck that is to follow.

So there it is. The most famous and disgusting scab ever stuck to our shower glass.
I am still gagging.
The best part was that John left it in the shower for the rest of the day only to be discovered when I hopped in. Again with the gagging.
If you're wondering how my husband has such exquisite contusions, it's because he now has American football practice on Thursday nights on turf. Playing on turf makes turf burn and the ensuing blood and scabs inevitable.
I will say that John is concerned about my blog readership after this entry. I say it certainly gives me a bad first line. At least a disgusting one.
I might have to go throw up now.
PS: For a second entry, the following bad analogy: My butt itches like I've got worms.
PS, part two: Sorry if you are feeling as nauseous as I am right about now. I was planning a first line with something about badgers in it until the shower scene ensued.
Thanks for stopping by!
26 comments:
Oh My God. That has to be up there with the worst.
I'm glad I finished breakfast before I reached this page as I'm gagging too!
Well done.
Ugh! Yuck! What else can I say???
Beccy and Stiggs: Sorry to be so gross. It just. . .happened... and I took advantage of the opportunity.
**gag, gag**
so disgusting.
my son likes to peel off his scabs and give them to me for presents.
Nikki: The best part was when my husband asked me to "save it for his collection" a la the freaky deaky Dutch guy from Austin Powers' "Goldmember". I figured putting that in the post would be too over the top. . .
OK. You win. That is nasty. Really... that's just gross. Fabulous job! I think you win.
Ummm, Sabrina...I think you broke the rules because that was more than one sentence, but Mindy totally digs rule breakers, and due to the gagatory nature of your opening line(s), I think you might win.
Maybe the prize is band-aids.
You will now get googled in the most nauseating of ways. Enjoy ;).
bluergh. thanks for helping enid stick to her diet.
I love you, Margaret! I've never seen such an impressive scab on a shower door! I do hope you're planning to varnish it on there, unless you want bottle flies to add to the aesthetics. If John weren't so devoted to you, I'd snatch him away in a second.
You really need to write this book.
Did I just call you Margaret? That woman haunts me! I don't even think she's ever been to Ireland, or pregnant...or with John (but then, who knows...he's quite a catch!)
I am glad I wasn't eating lunch...
I'm going to nickname you
scabrina
I sincerely apologize to anyone/everyone who was grossed out.
Min: I'm just glad we remembered to have John duck out of the picture in the shower; otherwise, it would have been a whole different story. Not sure where the "book" goes from here, but the scab has gone to that place where all good scabs go. . .
Pamela: you're awesome, and I'm gagging again!
XOXO--"scabrina"
I can see this would be seriously gross to many; lucky I have a strong stomach. Great name Pamela has given you very funny.
Wow, really gross, glad I'm not eating!
Don't let your husband play American football, it is like a cancer and must be contained, not spread!
Woops, saw you're from Texas too late. Well, it's too late for your husband, he's been brought up on the dark side!
Oh my God, it's HUGE!
That's totally disgrossting but yeah, I can understand why he'd be proud of it.
Ok - this is still completely stuck in my mind - several hours later...
I am now officially glad that my boyfriend prefers to shower with the door closed. If I walked in and saw a giant scab on our new shower door (if we ever move in there), I might have to throw up on him.
dear sabrina. That is gross. And that's from a pus lover (moi).
It's okay. I'm a nurse. I'm immune.
Now I am gagging!
Chris and Stephanie: Way to go, strong-stomachers! Wish I had your fortitude as well!
Lisa: We can't help who we are. . . and football is the least of his daredevil wishes, so I am perfectly happy to oblige this
Jenny: He did really want to keep it. Yuck!
Margaret: Sorry, dear! I hope you can forgive and forget!
Bethany: sorry!!! think happy thoughts!
That gives new definition to the meaning of "bad". Wow.
What is it about so many Fun Mondayers trying to make me vomit?
You have TOTALLY won for grossest picture of all time. I'm gagging right there along with you.
oh. ew.
damn, I knew there was a photo and it still snuck up on me....
that is up there with the baddest of bad :)
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