M and I were away in the north this weekend, visiting his parents. One night before bed we were goofing around and he threatened me with a hairbrush and a paddle.
"You don't have a paddle with you!" (I am bluffing. He often does pack a paddle when we travel.)
"Oh no?" Paddle not-so-magically appears from his suitcase.
"Yeah? Well, you can't use it! Way too loud with your parents next door!" Feeling very smug and satisfied with myself.
He grins. An evil grin. "Nah. I figure I give you one good crack and then start cursing: 'Ow! My toe! Stupid, mother-f@*#ing bed! Ow!'"
Damn, he's good.
Oh, and my favorite find of the weekend? The new pizza place in town, called SWACKS! (Upper case letters and exclamation point included).