Now on to the good stuff. Well, last week it wasn't so good, but I can see the humor in it now.
It all started late one night when we were swimming at our oldest daughter's house. We were in two cars, and I asked to Brice to please follow me home because my gas light was on. I did more than mention it, we actually laughed about me running out of gas while he was home snoring. Now, I know for many of you the fact that your light was on would have been the end of the story, but not around here. However, in his defense, we were 2 miles from home in our little neighborhood we refer to as our safe bubble. (Do you like how I'm defending him before I tell you what he did? lol) I had my cell....etc....and so on.
We got in our cars, (#3 daughter riding with him and #4 with me) I looked down to read a text from Lucy and when I looked up he was gone! Yep, you read that right....GONE! What do you do in this situation?
When you are in total shock and disbelief at what your HoH just did, do you call the friend that you know will tell you what you SHOULD do? Nope. You call the friend that will cheer you on with what you WANT to do!
So yes, on my way to the gas station lol, I phoned Lucy. She, as always, is laughing when she picks up the phone. I went on to explain how even after I talked to Brice about following me home, he totally LEFT ME....and it hurt my feelings deeply. But more than anything he really TICKED me off! I explained I was at the gas station and was going to take my sweet time. Like the good friend she is, she told me it wasn't what I should do, but was exactly what she would do. Ha! Exactly what I wanted her to say.
About that time was when my phone started ringing. Yep, it was Brice. Nope, I didn't answer. I remember saying something about......No way was he getting off that easy. Lucy agreed, stating again it was not what I SHOULD do, but exactly what she WOULD do. After about his 7th call I started driving. I go back close to where my daughter lives, all the while Brice is calling.
This is when I see my daughter pass me in her car.
Oh dear.....I never meant to worry her. I immediately got off the phone and called her. She answered frantic....Where are you? After I explained what happened she chuckled in total understanding, but added.......go home now, Dad is sufficiently worried!
That is the point I knew I had gone too far. When Brice called again I answered and he said:
Where are you?
What? Aren't you behind me? You said you were going to follow me home.
You mean to tell me you have been staring at your phone while I am calling frantic!?!
Well no, not really. I went to go get gas because I was almost out.
Then he said something about getting my a$$ home and NOW. So I called Lucy. ;) I explained to her this time would be different. I was really angry and was going to take a page out of her book and to be angrier than Brice for a change. Humph!
That plan lasted about 30 seconds after I walked in the door. I wish I could remember the lecture, because it was The Lecture of all Lectures. He basically accepted the fact I didn't come straight home. Even he felt he deserved that. Not answering my phone is where I didn't have much of a leg to stand on.....but boy did I try......for about another 30 seconds.
We go about our night time routine without a word spoken between us. Right after we get the girls in bed he follows me to the bedroom and goes directly for the big paddle. My life flashes before me at this point and I start begging.
Please Brice NO! You can't tonight! You are way too angry!
Don't tell me what I can't do!
I'm not, but the girls just went to bed, they are not asleep and they will come down. Please don't do this now....just calm down let me brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I know it's coming just please calm down first.
(Huge sigh) Okay, go ahead.
I am officially freaking out at this point. What do I do? You guessed it....I go into the bathroom and call Lucy! I'm not sure what I thought she was going to do about my situation, but she was at least going to have to worry with me. I explain to her how Brice normally is quick to tell me he is too angry, and I will have to wait until morning. This time his anger was way beyond that.....I had screwed up royally this time.
I walked into the bedroom and that darn paddle is laying in my spot. I climbed in bed and started apologizing. We hashed it all out again, then Brice asked for the paddle. By this point I had slid it under my mattress. I don't know why, maybe hoping he would forget about it. I somehow convinced him to wait until morning. He agreed, but said I was going to wish I had received it that night. Yikes!
As I settled in to go to sleep, I thought it would be a good idea to cuddle up against him. As I started to make my moves.....moves I knew he couldn't resist lol, he stopped me....
Oh no you don't.
What? I just want you to hold me.
Oh, okay. As he places his huge hand under my pajama pants on my bottom and gently squeezes.
Ummm....That's not what I meant.
He squeezes tighter. Nope, this is perfect. I'm very comfortable.
(oh crap)
You know, I really love you, right?
Yep, and I love you too.....I'm going to show you just how much tomorrow.
(pause)
You will FEEEEL the LOVE.
Stop!
Goodnight Betsy.
The next morning was one of the worst to date, as I knew it would be. He apologized for his part in it, but stressed that I took my revenge way too far.
It still amazes me how when it's over, everything is completely behind us and all is well again with the world.
As I prepared to write this post, I received another complete lecture from Wilma ;).......telling me I had phoned the wrong friend....and should have known better! She promptly sent me the cute graphics above. Later, Lucy and I were talking about how that night unfolded.......From her viewpoint, she felt as if she was driving the white bronco for OJ Simpson. LOL
That plan lasted about 30 seconds after I walked in the door. I wish I could remember the lecture, because it was The Lecture of all Lectures. He basically accepted the fact I didn't come straight home. Even he felt he deserved that. Not answering my phone is where I didn't have much of a leg to stand on.....but boy did I try......for about another 30 seconds.
We go about our night time routine without a word spoken between us. Right after we get the girls in bed he follows me to the bedroom and goes directly for the big paddle. My life flashes before me at this point and I start begging.
Please Brice NO! You can't tonight! You are way too angry!
Don't tell me what I can't do!
I'm not, but the girls just went to bed, they are not asleep and they will come down. Please don't do this now....just calm down let me brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I know it's coming just please calm down first.
(Huge sigh) Okay, go ahead.
I am officially freaking out at this point. What do I do? You guessed it....I go into the bathroom and call Lucy! I'm not sure what I thought she was going to do about my situation, but she was at least going to have to worry with me. I explain to her how Brice normally is quick to tell me he is too angry, and I will have to wait until morning. This time his anger was way beyond that.....I had screwed up royally this time.
I walked into the bedroom and that darn paddle is laying in my spot. I climbed in bed and started apologizing. We hashed it all out again, then Brice asked for the paddle. By this point I had slid it under my mattress. I don't know why, maybe hoping he would forget about it. I somehow convinced him to wait until morning. He agreed, but said I was going to wish I had received it that night. Yikes!
As I settled in to go to sleep, I thought it would be a good idea to cuddle up against him. As I started to make my moves.....moves I knew he couldn't resist lol, he stopped me....
Oh no you don't.
What? I just want you to hold me.
Oh, okay. As he places his huge hand under my pajama pants on my bottom and gently squeezes.
Ummm....That's not what I meant.
He squeezes tighter. Nope, this is perfect. I'm very comfortable.
(oh crap)
You know, I really love you, right?
Yep, and I love you too.....I'm going to show you just how much tomorrow.
(pause)
You will FEEEEL the LOVE.
Stop!
Goodnight Betsy.
The next morning was one of the worst to date, as I knew it would be. He apologized for his part in it, but stressed that I took my revenge way too far.
It still amazes me how when it's over, everything is completely behind us and all is well again with the world.
As I prepared to write this post, I received another complete lecture from Wilma ;).......telling me I had phoned the wrong friend....and should have known better! She promptly sent me the cute graphics above. Later, Lucy and I were talking about how that night unfolded.......From her viewpoint, she felt as if she was driving the white bronco for OJ Simpson. LOL
