Sunday, September 1, 2013

Normal Sunday Night

McKay: OW! You jammed my thumb!

Me: Well, that's what you get for blocking my kick, you jerk.

UPDATE: Once I was too tired to wrestle (it's really me trying to tickle McKay, and McKay wrestling to keep away from me since I'm usually not ticklish), I laid on the ground and played dead. McKay then walked around my corpse while cleaning up clutter, spouting a film noir-like soliloquy about how he would dispose of my body.

   This is true love in action, guys.

1 comment:

  1. Now THAT is romance. I'll take this over roses and poetry crap any day.