THE KNIFE AFTERMATH...

...didn't go the way I thought it would.  The knives have a new happy home in the garbage. Dale wouldn't even know about it... except he apparently reads my blog.  OOOPPPSSS!  I really didn't think he did.  I braced for impact.   I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  It didn't come. And then it did- sort of.  It tuns out that he didn't care about the knives, because he was busy being upset about my blog entry.  WHAT?!  What did I say?  (keep in mind- this is all coming out while we're watching Ultimate Fighting last night.  Yes, I watch it with him.  I don't love it- but I won't even start on what he watches with me!  Anyway- maybe he was feeling extra aggressive.)  He wasn't at all pleased with my Ninja comment.  He also didn't appreciate it when I said that he was trying to impress me.  He said, I asked what it was- and he was just showing me- not showing off.  He's probably right.  (although the guy has brain damage- and I could blame it on his poor memory- I won't)  He thinks I made him look like a moron.  (He's not. He's super cool!)  So this is actually an apology post.  I'm sorry luv.  You aren't a moron at all.  I asked him why he didn't say something sooner, and he said that he was trying to support my "hobby".  Thanks for the effort.  I love you.  You really are the coolest person I know.  I will try to be a little less open in my future posts, although I doubt this will be the last apology.  :)