Hello, Pot? This is Kettle… March 22, 2006 ~ 10:58 pm
Posted by Julie in : Coupledom, Rick, The Girls , trackback
Sleepy Joey
Rick and I got into a wrestling match on Sunday. We do this occasionally because I am much smaller than him but have to prove that I could take him down if I wanted to. (We will ignore the fact that he outweighs me, is much stronger than me, and generally pins me down like a fly in about three minutes. It would probably be less than one minute if I would just give up, but I can’t do that.) It doesn’t lead to sex, it generally only leads to pain and Indian Rope Burns.
So anyway, we were wrestling during the March Madness viewing, and the girls were downstairs watching TV. For a brief second I was successfully holding Rick off by pulling his thumbs backwards and was imitating him in my most annoying whiny voice: “Stop that! Stop it!” Of course I couldn’t let it go at that, so I kept on: “Aw, poor little boy! Do you want me to call the waaaahmbulance for you? Would you like some french cries with your waaaaahmburger?” He had just broken free of the thumb-lock and was proceeding to kick my ass when the Oldest’s voice floated up the stairs:
“You guys are so immature!”
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