Please tell me this—will I ever learn? Probably not, but there are times (like now) that I wish I would!
Sooo, for those of you who don’t know me, I have a big mouth.
-I don’t usually need to get the last word (because I get easily distracted and forget what was being said)
-I don’t have screaming fits (unless you touch my candeeee- then it’s war)
-I don’t need to talk over anyone (unless I’m standing on a ladder and trying to climb out a window because I’m being chased and I am crying for help).
No, it’s far worse than that. My big mouth is used for when I:
-Try to use his (John’s) words to work in my favor.
-Inform him that ambiguity in a statement favors the one not stating it; hence, he can’t spank me for that particular rule
-Think he’s not reading my smart a** blog posts and I say something stupid like “haha, I’m not a’scared of you.”
Truthfully, I’m NOT “a’scared” of John. John is a big, old pussy cat marshmallow man with a heart of gold. No, I’m not a’scared of John in the least. My bottom is.
Yeah, so he chased me down. I am beginning to think he does that on purpose to wear me out. He then had a good old time going caveman on my butt for those comments as well as the sweet endearments of ‘bite me’ to my sub sister. Personally, I don’t think that’s fair because:
- It was said lovingly
- I love being bitten
- After rubbing on some cotton candy flavored lotion, I taste really good and just wanted to share.
I mean, really?