Slice of Wife

Hick is such a smooth operator. I woke up on my birthday morning, and found a card and a present on the kitchen counter. I could tell that Hick had wrapped it himself.

I have no idea where he found the paper. From the looks of it, probably inside a gift bag that was being saved for re-use. Not that he could put my gift in the actual gift bag, of course. Or bother to wipe the counter before dropping my gift there. The tape came from the roll of shipping tape that I use to wrap packages for Genius and The Pony. It's really strong tape. As Hick said, "I shoulda stole more than one roll of it when I retired."

Actually, kudos to Hick for wrapping my gift, because I had washed the black-handled scissors (sticky from that really good tape), and they were in the dish drainer. Which meant he had used the orange-handled Fiskars I've had since my first year of teaching, passed on to me by my mom, with a broken handle for the past five years. When you try to cut with them, the broken orange plastic handle moves, but doesn't make the blade move.

I'm sure you are dying to know what was inside Hick's package (heh, heh).

KNIVES! Knives, knives, knives! I love them! They match the set I got for Christmas. Except these are red, and my Christmas knives are blue. They're ceramic, and very sharp. Now we can cut my tough food easier!

Remember the Christmas knives?

I guess now we have a his 'n' hers set! Hick might be catching on to the way to Val's heart. Hopefully, it doesn't involve carving his way there with a knife.