I know this will come as a shock to all of those who know me and to most of you who read this blog. But I feel its time I make a confession. Yes, it is true, I like to pick on people. Michelle and I refer to it as poking the bear. Why do I do this? Well, because it’s fun.
Last weekend Mathmajor and his girlfriend spent the night with us. They were in town for a Rave (yeah still not sure what a rave is, but they were here). She was very sweet, and polite and thanked me for letting them stay with us. I just looked at her, deadpan, and said “Wait! What? You are staying here too? He only said he wanted to stay he never mentioned you!” Behind her I could see Mathmajor smiling and shaking his head.
She just froze, and then “Well I could just drive to Tacoma afterwards, its not THAT far (40 miles from here) really its ok….” I lost it and giggled, Michelle kicked me, and all was good. Now picking on her was ok for just a bit, afterwards, it would be like kicking a puppy. I was very nice to her after that.
However, those that know me, and have for a while, get picked on MUCH more!
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