When Adam and I do anything – we are intense. Love, fight, games, gambling, drinking, eating, shopping….whatever. So when Adam tells people that I once tried to kill him with a butter knife, no one totally freaks out. Plus he is still standing there telling the story in one piece, right? I guess it also helps that he tells people this while he comically calls me crazy. And I playfully interject with a reminder that it was hardly threatening since it was the dull side of the utensil. I also apologize saying that I was very young and very into “Melrose Place” at the time and so I was drawn to drama. We are a sick two that we actually tell this story to people and make light of us. But I guess it’s not so bad – I mean, you can barely cut a dinner roll with a butter knife. Ever struggle with that? Anyway – he should just stop bringing it up and maybe replace the silverware with some plastic. That would so be a win-win!! He gets to live and I get out of dish duty! Yesssssss!
