Ginger

I love ginger, but not quite as much as The Mister does. And I’m only posting Ginger today because of The Mister, who was hit by a car on his bike commute to work yesterday.

Don’t worry–He’s OK.

But a giant patch of road rash on his butt, a leaky elbow scrape, and a minor concussion make me want to treat him with the utmost care and gingerness. Which is funny, because The Mister is a rather burly and rough-around-the-edges kind of guy.

But even the strongest of us need gentleness sometimes. And since The Mister is injured, he’s getting gingered.

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