My husband has a habit of kicking me right in the shins while we're in bed. He'll turn to face me and curl his body into a semi-fetal position then swing his legs out until his feet dead end on my shins.
Ouch!
This time, I'm actually cut. His talons broke the skin and I have a wound. I had to spring from bed, interrupting my restful state, to douse it with peroxide and apply Neosporin. And here I sit hours later with it stinging like a paper cut.
He's taking the denial stance saying things like, "My nails aren't even that long ...I just trimmed them...I don't know how you got cut" I'll tell you how. You sliced me with your overgrown keratin. I know you're reading this, Husband.
Get the clippers!
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