Originally Posted by
azfiddle
Dear DH ( the spouse)
I love you but you're really an idiot! When you tripped on your run, only you would decide to take the bus all the way home and wait to borrow the son's car and go to urgent care three hours later. Really, you couldn't have called someone to pick you up? Or gotten off the bus at urgent care on the way home? And I can only imagine what the bus riders thought when you got on looking you had been in a bar fight or something. Sheesh! Glad I didn't see you until all the blood was cleaned up and you were stitched and bandaged.
And could you look where you're going next time?