Made of Wood

“Ow!” I yelled. My hand had been stuck with a piece of wood from a wicker laundry basket. “I got a splinter under my fingernail,” I called to my husband in the next room.

Ever the wise guy, he yelled back, “What were you doing, scratching your head?”

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