I thought it would be nice if I continued this story…
To preface: the husband and I have a friend, Steven, who is missing about half of his left arm. It’s gone from just below his elbow, allowing his to still be able to bend that joint. When you ask him how he lost it, he’ll tell you a different story every time. (I’ve been told that 1) a crocodile bit it off and 2) he was born that way)
For Halloween he bloodied up his left shirt sleeve and (for lack of a better phrase) his stump. We found this hilarious, obviously
Our friend Lori who had never met him before asked:
How long do you think it will be before your arm gets tired and you take it down?
Steven, without missing a beat began to wiggle his arm around and throroughly embarrass poor Lori. Priceless
—preface over—
Around 1am on Halloween my husband kindly asked me where the duct tape was. Without thinking I told him and then the light bulb went off…
I walked into my kitchen to find my husband had done this:

My husband duct taped a fake arm to Steven’s stump. The best part? It’s totally the correct arm…
I promptly fell on the floor in a fit of giggles and Steven offered me the help of his “strong hand” to assist me off the floor…

Cue hiccups…
*kisses*
Smiley Count: 2
**Yes, we realize we’re totally going to hell for our actions…I must atone…






















