November 1, 2009
Overheard, Coming Out of my Mouth
“Aw, Jürgen, is Mommy being quarrelsome,” asks Boyfriend playfully as he scratches The Poopsmith behind his ears. He’s coming home from a Boy Morning/Afternoon Football Whatthefuckever and clearly ready to be hit in the balls (with a piece of cotton, perhaps a down feather).
“I’m so not quarrelsome,” I say, giggling.
Boyfriend keeps going, Jürgen excited by the ear scratches and the playful banter.
And Boyfriend keeps going.
And going.
“FOR THE LOVE OF A WHORE, I AM NOT FUCKING QUARRELSOME!!”
The irony is not lost on me.
I will, however, quarrel with you about it.
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Reminds me of a time as a child; my brother picked a fight with me. I reacted, started beating the hell out of him, and as I have him in a headlock and I’m slamming his head into a wall, I yell, “Don’t you get violent with ME!!!” I stopped, and walked away laughing at myself.
Hee.
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Says:
Every time I hear the word quarrel it reminds me of Robin Hood. Don’t ask, stupid story, but such is life.
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See? TOTAL BROAD.
;-)
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Says:
*snorts* I think this is hilarious. Reminds me of a comic strip my mother cut out for me after I became a teacher:
http://www.creators.com/comics/5/8368_image.gif
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The other day I was lecturing my 10-year-old about arguing with me about EVERYTHING, and he started to say something and then stopped, and then started again and said, “What if I want to say that I’m not argumentative, but I want to do it without arguing?”
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