When I was young-er I dreamed of meeting “the one”. I met lots of guys some I thought had potential oneness, some I knew did not, (sorry Mr Fireman I used you for your body, there I said it) but after being married now for six years it was only last week I realised how much ‘the one’ my husband really was. It was a typical day in our romantic hothouse; the boys were asleep, I was on twitter and my hubby (Boom) was watching FoxSports.
As you've probably guessed I am a big fan of many of the sports channels on cable, I especially like the one that shows Ultimate Fight something or other. Those scantily-clad guys rolling around in a cage, kicking and punching each other, well the only thing that beats that for me is when a rugby league player 'accidentally' puts his hand into another man's butt area.
Ok so I'm not being totally honest, in fact I can't contain the truth any longer...
B: "No seriously, you don't understand, the amount of times I could've used that on the pitch."
B: "Look at that! I can't believe it, I wish I had that on the day Brett Lee was bowling"
M: "Didn't he hit you in the sternum?"
B: "Well that's not the point, imagine the confidence you'd have"
M: "Yeah you could stand there bat flailing about as you did pelvic thrusts at him, goading him as such"
B: "If you'd ever been hit in the balls, let alone by a cricket ball at 120km/h then you would get this"
M: "Go on Brett, hit me, hit me in the nuts"
B: "Shut up, I need to see this"
M: "C'mon Bretty give me all you got, I'll take ya. Booyah! see boys of steel baby"
B: (reanimation reversal seems to have started) *grunts*
M: (as an attempt to re-engage) "Gives new meaning to shining the ball though doesn't it..."
B: "Look at that! wow"
|It takes all kinds of nuts...apparently|