The other day hubby and I engaged in a dangerous game - we each said the first three adjectives that came to mind to describe the other person. No thinking, just the first thing that popped into our heads. My adjectives for the him were "logical, stable, secure". His adjectives for me were "emotional, high energy and violent." Violent? Really? Meee?
Of course, I immediately demanded examples of such violence. When? When have I been violent? I'm not violent! When have I ever been violent?
Oookay. One time. Geez, swing a paddle in the general direction of a chick splashing water on you immediately after you've instructed her not to and suddenly, you're labeled violent for life. And I don't even see how that can count because I didn't make contact. Now, if I had bopped her over the head like I wanted to, that would be violent.
So the hubby starts back-peddling, trying to do some quick clean up. Well, you know...sometimes you get worked up, a little bit carried away...come on, you know you're my little spit-fire and I love it. You're just...passionate. Yeah, that's it - passionate, that's really what I meant.
I guess he felt like he needed to do some damage control because he was a little scared of my reaction. You know, because I'm all violent and stuff.
So that weekend we had dinner with some friends. We don't get to see them as often as we like and when we do get together, we all usually have kids. So this was a nice adults-only night out. It was going great. We had dinner, had some drinks.
I could see the hubby getting more and more relaxed. Which is something he doesn't do often - the guy is wound pretty tight. I could tell because the more relaxed he became, the worse his language got and the more he started talking. So we're talking, we're laughing, we're having fun - it's all good.
Then our game came up. I'm not sure how or why.
And it really is true that alcohol makes you brave because suddenly the boy had no fear. It was back to violent, not this passionate stuff he tried to feed me earlier.
Of course, they were adequately shocked. Amber violent? When? When has she been violent? She's not violent! When has she ever been violent?
Then of course, he tells them the paddle story. But not the paddle story, his paddle story. Which was SO not like it really happened. Because according to his story, I'm floating down the river, perched like a python, ready to strike - searching for an innocent victim to unleash my wrath upon.
But they know me, so they weren't buying any of it...Then suddenly, before I knew what was happening, it became all about me. And the next thing I know, he’s telling them a bunch of other stories and other things about me that could have been left unsaid. I mean, it was all in fun spirit but seriously, I know how these things work. We’re all laughing about it and it’s funny until they get in the car and then it becomes Can you believe that? So yeah, we don’t need everyone to know everything. Especially when at the end of the night I was pretty sure we had successfully ensured that they would never want to hang out with us again.
It’s okay though, tomorrow I'll tell you what I did to him...
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