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Right in the family jewels
Mar. 9th, 2005 10:22 amLast night was a long night for school. I couldn’t really complain though, since we got out at 9 the night before, we have a field trip tonight, and a party tomorrow. I guess one long night isn’t too bad. It just sucked for me because at around 9:15, I started getting this really severe stomach pain, and it hurt like hell. I ended up sitting on the floor most of the night (we don’t really have chairs in the classroom because it’s a lab and we’re supposed to be standing up), and when I did have to stand up, I felt like I was going to die. I think I can blame it on the beans in the veggie works burritos at Del Taco, which is unfortunate, because I love those things. No more for me.
I’m the most horrible wife on the planet. Ask Steve, he’ll probably agree :). We were going to bed last night, and as I think I’ve mentioned before, he tends to get really hyper when it’s time to go to sleep. I leaned over to kiss him good night, and he had his face buried in his pillow so that I couldn’t kiss him. I started head butting him gently, like our cat does when he wants to be pet, and when I leaned in to try to kiss him again, he stuck his tongue out and licked my face. Gross! So then I put my fingers over his temples (this drives him insane), and he took that as a challenge, so he pinned me down and started trying to kiss me and lick my face and neck, which is extremely ticklish. He wouldn’t let go of me, and he wouldn’t stop torturing me, so at first I bit him in the shoulder, but that didn’t seem to faze him. Can you guess what I did next? Oh yes, the motherload. I kneed him right in the balls. He went down instantly and curled up in a ball, and just whimpered worse than I had ever heard before. He didn’t move for about 5 minutes, then he just turned over and went to sleep without saying a word.
After I kneed him, I didn’t feel that badly about it, because I was trying to defend myself. But now, I realize that I got him really good, because I’d never seen him in that much pain. So now I feel bad. Normally if I knee him, he’s wearing jeans or khakis, so I usually end up hitting him in the butt. But since he was wearing flimsy cotton pajama pants, I managed to get him.
When I kissed him goodbye this morning, he responded and kissed me back, so perhaps he isn’t mad at me anymore. Either that, or he was too out of it to think about being mad at me. I’m hoping it’s the former, but who knows? All I know is that I probably owe him big time now.
I’m the most horrible wife on the planet. Ask Steve, he’ll probably agree :). We were going to bed last night, and as I think I’ve mentioned before, he tends to get really hyper when it’s time to go to sleep. I leaned over to kiss him good night, and he had his face buried in his pillow so that I couldn’t kiss him. I started head butting him gently, like our cat does when he wants to be pet, and when I leaned in to try to kiss him again, he stuck his tongue out and licked my face. Gross! So then I put my fingers over his temples (this drives him insane), and he took that as a challenge, so he pinned me down and started trying to kiss me and lick my face and neck, which is extremely ticklish. He wouldn’t let go of me, and he wouldn’t stop torturing me, so at first I bit him in the shoulder, but that didn’t seem to faze him. Can you guess what I did next? Oh yes, the motherload. I kneed him right in the balls. He went down instantly and curled up in a ball, and just whimpered worse than I had ever heard before. He didn’t move for about 5 minutes, then he just turned over and went to sleep without saying a word.
After I kneed him, I didn’t feel that badly about it, because I was trying to defend myself. But now, I realize that I got him really good, because I’d never seen him in that much pain. So now I feel bad. Normally if I knee him, he’s wearing jeans or khakis, so I usually end up hitting him in the butt. But since he was wearing flimsy cotton pajama pants, I managed to get him.
When I kissed him goodbye this morning, he responded and kissed me back, so perhaps he isn’t mad at me anymore. Either that, or he was too out of it to think about being mad at me. I’m hoping it’s the former, but who knows? All I know is that I probably owe him big time now.
