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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Fighting

*Buzz*


*Buzz*


It is my phone again -- but instead of a text someone is calling me! I think it is Carley so I quickly put the groceries I am holding on the counter, floor, and fridge (aka- I dropped them all over the place). I don't really care though - they are not my groceries.

Jeffrey darts over and snatches up my phone before I get to it. He looks at who is calling and ANSWERS! The booger. I let him talk a few seconds but then start asking for my phone back because he is trying to do an impression of me and it is no good.

And he refuses to give me the phone and continues tormenting the person on the other end of the phone call.

I attack.

Not a little attack.

A big one.

I am going for leg hairs here.

I am stomping on toes.


At this point I discover it is Missy on the phone and I really needed to ask her some things so I REALLY wanted the phone.


I go after the leg hairs with a vengence. This is causing some very interesting octaves to come out of Jeffrey's vocal chords. It entertains.


As he dashes outside, I let him go.


I finish with the gorceries but then go stand in the doorway and do my best glare. He ducks behind a car.


I go back inside and rearrange a few magazines.

I go stand in the doorway and do a better glare. I get my phone back.


I sit outside for a little while talking and then move inside to Chris's bed and watch him unpack some things.


As Missy is telling me a story I am suddenly attacked! Chris has tackled me and I am now sat upon! What to do? Missy is getting concerned by my muffled screeching. Chris stuffs a pillow in my face.


And then another pillow -- for good measure I suppose.


I struggle against his weight and he jumps up leaving me lying on the bed with a phone on my nose & two pillows over my face. I mumble "I am fine" to a troubled Missy. Chris laughs & mocks my "I'm fine" since I am still stuck under pillows and half hanging off the bed. But I survived.


Jeffrey bounds into the room to rescue me --- about 1 minute too late. Boys. Sheesh. He jokingly asks if I was raped and I confirm this fact. Chris informs him that since I tried to rape him (Jeff) a little bit ago he was just trying to even the score.

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