I'm going to share a story regarding why it is hazardous to be married to me...
Our daughter was just a toddler, so this was 17 or 18 years ago. We were at a company picnic at park beside a river. Between the flat grassy gathering area of the park, was a steep, nearly vertical slope toward the river that was engulfed with blackberry bushes.
We were having a silly contest. The guys were blindfolded and had their legs in gunny sacks. I know, I know, you fellas already know this is going to be bad for Steve... The female signficant others have the task of verbally guiding the guys through a figure 8 obstacle course with a sprint toward the finish line! How fun! How exciting! What idiot put the finish line facing the drop off?
Steve was doing a GREAT job, he was neck and neck (dare I say sack to sack?) with another guy. Shouts of encouragement! GO GO! and they cross the finish line. Except I forgot to tell Steve to STOP. He was still blindfolded and bouncing merrily along in the gunny sack when he bailed off the edge of the embankment.
He landed in a patch of dirt with a terrific impact and then bounced, still in the gunny sack, into the blackberry vines. When he made the first impact, a huge funnel of these horrible black wasps erupted from the ground. Steve, still in the sack and blindfolded, had figured out he was in the blackberries and thought that THOSE were stinging him. Fat chance. One of my co-workers, Paul was first over the bank, I followed a few steps later, everyone else ran for cover. Paul and I got nailed a bunch of times, but nothing compared to Steve.
Steve was covered with stings. He had so many we had to take him to urgent care. Pills and a shot, a week off work... Plus half the staff at my company was out for 2 or 3 days due to wasp stings. We didn't have any more company picnics after that.
And Steve still won't let me put a blind fold on him.
angela