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...
Oh my!! And we were all whining about the elections!!
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious! Obviously for me and you more than him! I wondered where that story was going!! LOL
ReplyDeletebrings back the baseball days..."B to G!!"
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