Last night while walking up the street with Chico I did a running, leap-hug at him. I swung my arms around his neck and SPLAT, OUCH, blood, hand on his face.
Poor abused Chico.
I loved him to the bleeding point.
You see, idiot me, had my change purse in my hand and with the force of my running leap, wrapping my arms around his neck… my change purse schwacked him right.in.the.mouth!
Love hurts.
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prin said,
November 9, 2007 at 9:56 pm
hehe, sounds like something I’d do.
Well written. 🙂
bighair said,
November 9, 2007 at 10:44 pm
Poor chico
maybe u should spend some of ur change?
Cheek said,
November 10, 2007 at 1:42 am
Victim commenting here….
I had a six pack of Heineken in one hand,gym back in the other.
I felt it before I heard it…two lbs of change, in a small purse about the size of a little fist comes smashing into my teeth….
I dropped the beer…one can rolled slowly down the hill while I counted my teeth. For about two seconds I thought I was being mugged….
Good thing I have Dental..
Trée said,
November 10, 2007 at 3:42 am
Better than being fondled by an agent of masculine surrender when you were least expecting it. Don’t ask and I’ll tell you no lies. 😀
Autumn Storm said,
November 10, 2007 at 6:19 am
Ouch, for me too, have a belly-ache from giggling. 😀
alan said,
November 10, 2007 at 10:53 am
So who got the beer that rolled away…
(just curious!)
alan
Valley Girl said,
November 10, 2007 at 6:32 pm
Who’s Chico?
Lindsey said,
November 10, 2007 at 7:15 pm
It’s called a love tap. :o)
And I’m glad things are going better for you and your daughter.