two nights ago Christian and myself spent the evening at auntie Tree's house. Michele and the kiddo's were there as well so we all swam and snacked on pizza then ended up watching The Lion king, followed by Pride and Prejudice. in the middle of watching P&P, Michele said aloud how perfect it would be to have Wendy's frostys and some fries to accompany them. so christian and I left to get the midnight snack. it wasn't thirty seconds into the car ride that christian managed to jinx me.
I was more than a little frustrated.
see, Christian and I have a deal with jinxes. after you accumulate five broken jinxes the guilty party no longer owes you cokes, but instead you can cash in on a Jamba juice. I already owe him a Jamba. I'm pretty sure the score is 2/5. me being the losing party (with as much as i like to play these games you'd think i'd be a little better at them).
so our car ride had just begun and I was sentenced to silence or else be penalized with another mark against me. And Christian immediately began taunting me. asking questions and trying whatever he could to make me speak. knowing he had no intentions of letting up, i refused to look at him. really this only enticed him.
before the car ride I had filled a plastic cup of ice water, mostly ice, to bring with me. I decided that to get back at him I would spit this cold water at him. My first attempt i got his arm. he freaked out a little bit and said to me "okay, you really don't want to do that".
actually, I did. I really did want to do that.
I aimed and shot a little farther and onto his shirt. this time he said "If you do that again, things are going to get really bad really fast... for you". well I am no one to be scared of threats especially from someone who really deserves my punishment. and anyway, I had yet to manage squirting the water at his face as was my original goal. So without hesitation I aimed, and scored!
only to be instantly attacked and my ice water dumped straight into my lap
remember that I am still unable to speak. my lap was colder than it ever had been in my life. it was awful.
I know, I know, it serves me right.
when we got to the drive through Christian couldn't remember how many frostys to get and who wanted fries. in his desperate attempts to get me to gesture with my fingers the correct numbers he slipped up and said my name.
Victory is sweet.
and so are frostys.
I was more than a little frustrated.
see, Christian and I have a deal with jinxes. after you accumulate five broken jinxes the guilty party no longer owes you cokes, but instead you can cash in on a Jamba juice. I already owe him a Jamba. I'm pretty sure the score is 2/5. me being the losing party (with as much as i like to play these games you'd think i'd be a little better at them).
so our car ride had just begun and I was sentenced to silence or else be penalized with another mark against me. And Christian immediately began taunting me. asking questions and trying whatever he could to make me speak. knowing he had no intentions of letting up, i refused to look at him. really this only enticed him.
before the car ride I had filled a plastic cup of ice water, mostly ice, to bring with me. I decided that to get back at him I would spit this cold water at him. My first attempt i got his arm. he freaked out a little bit and said to me "okay, you really don't want to do that".
actually, I did. I really did want to do that.
I aimed and shot a little farther and onto his shirt. this time he said "If you do that again, things are going to get really bad really fast... for you". well I am no one to be scared of threats especially from someone who really deserves my punishment. and anyway, I had yet to manage squirting the water at his face as was my original goal. So without hesitation I aimed, and scored!
only to be instantly attacked and my ice water dumped straight into my lap
remember that I am still unable to speak. my lap was colder than it ever had been in my life. it was awful.
I know, I know, it serves me right.
when we got to the drive through Christian couldn't remember how many frostys to get and who wanted fries. in his desperate attempts to get me to gesture with my fingers the correct numbers he slipped up and said my name.
Victory is sweet.
and so are frostys.
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