Lack of Situational Awareness he says....

Last night, we were walking Milo to the park. This time Achilles didn't feel like dragging his old man butt along. Ed and I were horsing around, as usual. I wonder wy all our neighbors say we're the loudest dog walkers in the neighborhood. Anyway, I had Milo on the leash. Ed and I were teasing each other and as a joke I thought I'd swat him with the handle of Milo's CLOTH leash.

But as the leash was zipping through the air whip-like, I realized too late that I'd unbuckled Milo from his collar, so the OTHER end of the leash (the one with the metal clasp) is actually what *thwacked* Ed in the back of the neck. Oh man, you should have heard it. *TWHACK!!!* right against the back of his neck.
I think I was more stunned than Ed was. All I could think was, "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." After a few split seconds of pause, Ed says, "Owwww, baby, whaj-u-do-dat-for?! Owwww!!!"

And I started to crack up laughing. I know, that sounds really mean. But, you had to be there. While I could have nicked his noggin or nailed him in the eye (which I DIDN'T) it was still so damned FUNNY! Like I said, you had to be there. The stunned look on his face was comical. I couldn't stop laughing. Does it count that I felt bad for not being able to stop?

Well, thanks to our dear Laura, my Beloved thought that he should teach me a "lesson". You see, Ed always says that I lack "situational awareness", i.e., any other normal person would more likely than not have realized that the leash was no longer buckled to Milo. There are many other examples of my "lack of situational awareness", for which I have earned the nickname "the Afghani Lucy" from our good friends Lynne & Amos, but I won't bore you with those stories tonight.

The lesson?

My wonderful husband of just over 3 months decided to "poopy bop" me in the head with Milo's poo bag.

WHAT---THE---F%*$#($*K!!!!!????

That giant load that Milo dumped was still warm, and the resounding squish of it as the bag smacked the side of my head just about made me effing barf. Don't worry, it didn't hurt or anything, it was just God awful disgusting!!!

Well, I. WAS. PISSED.

I asked him what had gotten into him and his response, "Well, you enjoyed reading it on Laura's blog so I thought I'd use it as payback for a laugh." HUH?

Did I mention I. WAS. PISSED?

Ya, I was pissed. OFF.

But, tonight I'm all better. Beloved filled my car's gas tank for me tonight. Awww, what a sweetheart. He's so thoughtful and considerate. I love that boy.

Aaaah, the sweet and sour of marriage. Gotta love it.

If ya care to read Laura's poopy bopping story, here it is....sorry, didn't feel like linking it, so click away....
http://tlc-smileygirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-not-to-meet-your-new-neighbors.html