Well folks, I did something unbelieveable yesterday.
Something I am not proud of.
Something I would never ever dream of doing intentionally.
And I have terrrrible aim... so it's nothing I could've done on purpose if I'd tried.
Thing is, I like a good foot massage... anywhere, anytime... and night before last I begged Reagan to rub my feet, but seeing as how I asked him at 11:00, I was just out of luck. So, he promised to give me one while we watched the election coverage the next night.
Well, with each polling result as I grow more and more bitter to the news, I'm thinking... "OK, time for that foot massage and then I'm just going to bed. I just don't want to hear anymore."
So, I hop up, run into the bathroom to grab some lotion, and toss mind you... toss it onto the bed.
That's when it happened.
I hit him folks. And you would've thought that bottle of lotion weighed 50 pounds.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I felt so bad. I just stood there with my hands over my mouth trying to figure out if that really just happened.
But it did.
Needless to say, I never got my foot massage.... and if Reese is an only child, you'll know why...
3 comments:
Oh my!! And we were all whining about the elections!!
That is hilarious! Obviously for me and you more than him! I wondered where that story was going!! LOL
brings back the baseball days..."B to G!!"
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