Sage

I know I'm on vacation and shouldn't be posting, but my dad said something today that I had to jot down for posterity. Where else but the blog?

The scene: My nose is bleeding. Again. I am, if nothing else, a product of such screwed up genetics that I ended up with my dad's sinuses and my mom's feet (tiny pinky toe, too wide). As I shoved tissues up my nostril to stem the red tide, I made a comment to my dad that resulted in the following conversation.

"Of all things I could inherit, it had to be your nose"
"I'm sorry"
"...I guess it comes along with the rapier wit, right?"
"I'll take credit for that too."

He started to walk away, then turned around and said, "If you're going to be blessed with the ability to make people bleed, you should probably bleed a little yourself."

I had to write this down. Not sure why.