one night out too many

[Mando]

Himself staggered home very late after another boozy night out with his pal. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife.

He tiptoed quietly toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the bannister, his body swung around and he landed square on his bum. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.

Managing not to yell, himself sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his bum cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of plasters and began putting a plaster as best he could on each place he saw blood.

He then hid the now almost empty plaster box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, he woke up with searing pain in both his head and bot and wifey glaring at him from across the room.

She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'
Himself replied, 'Why would you say such a thing?'

'Well,' wifey said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes and stinky breath, but mostly

.....it's all those plasters stuck on the hall mirror.

 

[Kitten<3]

I can see it now!!!