Ok, I find this funny, and my hubby and family finds it funny.
My hubby and I are, well if you didn't know us you would think we didn't like each other.... we harass each other alot, wrestle, toy around, verbally and physically, things like that. Its all in love I assure you..... He would never hurt me on purpose, and I would never hurt him on purpose (like aside from a well placed pinch hee hee hee). Now, he has above average strength in his hands, as well as just general strength (farm boy).
A bunch of: You would think I would learn by now.
- hubby sitting there quietly... me beside him.... out of nowhere I lean away from him and let some gaseous explosions out. What do you think would happen? He slaps my butt, and it hurts LMAO.
You would think, I would think.
- when I "attack" hubby, you would think i would learn to try to protect myself, but noooooooooooo. I go all out in my attack, and I'm the one that suffers
You would think I would think.
- k, hubby and I insult each other on a regular basis. All in fun (please know that). But we often forget how it looks to other people who may not know us as well and that has gotten us looks before (thankfully noone has ever called the cops LOL. and thankfully a good chunk of my street are police officers who are friends, and we also harass each other regularly).
so yah: family xmas dinner. Hubby's family. Me n' Mark being our usual childish selves, arms around each other.....pinching unexpectedly....doing our random insults, name calling ( u know, like donkey butts, and the like)....all the while we both are smiling..... UNTILL. The great aunt.
She comes up behind us and just lays into us...." That is no way to treat someone you love..." blah blah blah.... and just lets us have it. I was slightly embarassed....moreso when the rest of the family (his parents/brothers/etc) started laughing because we got in poop.
Once I recovered enough from the shock, I politely explained that we were playing around.... which was still unacceptable. Now I know why his parents get glares from this Aunt as well.... they act just like us except no physical, all verbal.
hmmm, reading it back.... it might be one of those "you had to be there" moments.
- drinking..... at 16, almost 17, I had my first experience with alcohol. Me and a friend bought a 24 of Labatt Maximum (7.0%) and I ended up drinking 19 of em within 4hrs. She ended up calling an ambulance, and all I can remember is being sooooo hot, I took off all my clothes and when the ambulance got there they were of course angry (teen drunk) and told me to get dressed. I put each arm through a pantleg and started walking out the door.
and that's all I can remember, aside from waking up in the midst of having my stomach pumped.
that one is tied for stupidity with: ran away from a group home, didn't know the city, and ended up sleeping behind the police station. Needless to say, I was hauled back. Honestly, from the back, it did not look like a police station.... just another building. You'd think that all the cop cars would have given it away though.
dum dee dumb dumb.