Bonding

Anthony was a bit apprehensive when I decided to start a blog...mainly because he was concerned I would write about him.  Well, he was right;  but I'm pretty sure he doesn't read my blog anyway so it will be our little secret.  ;)

One of the ways in which Anthony have fun and bond is through tickle fights.  I know, it probably sounds stupid, but it's actually a lot of fun.  Anthony and I are both pretty ticklish and both competitive (i.e. we both want to tickle the other one more the we get tickled), so it makes for a pretty good time.

Anthony definitely has the upper hand, as he is quite a bit stronger than I am.  If he gets a hold of both of my arms, there is no way I'm going to be doing any tickling.  The only way I ever have a chance to win is by executing my signature move.  I call it, "The Terminator", because it terminates any chances of Anthony winning the fight. (Ok, I didn't really have a name for it.  I just made it up.  But it's such a good move, I thought it was deserving of a name!)  My move is sitting on Anthony's chest and pinning his arms down with my knees so he can't use them.  Then I reach behind me and tickle is belly!  He is completely at my mercy at this point and has to beg me to stop!  BWAHAHA!  (Sorry, I got carried away there.)  It's probably the only time in my 25 years that carrying around the extra poundage has been a good thing!

So, these tickle fights can get pretty intense.  The other night one broke out on the couch and somehow we fell off.  Anthony landed on my upper left arm.  Pain instantly radiated up and down my arm and I was pretty certain it was broke.  Anthony felt bad for me and stopped tickling me.  (This time I actually was hurt, but I have been known to fake injury before.  Then when Anthony lets his guard down I attack him.  I know it's dirty, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.)  After writhing around on the floor in pain for a few minutes, it started to feel better. 

Then a few days later, we were having another "fight".  I was just about to execute my move.  Anthony, sensing this, knocked my knees out from under me.  Starting to fall, I instinctively tried to put both hands out to catch myself.  In do so, my elbow connected with Anthony's jaw.  The sound of his teeth banging together was quite loud.  He was pretty sure his jaw was broke.  He was ok, though.  Then this conversation ensued.

J:  Did you bite your tongue?
A:  No.  It's a good thing.  I probably would have bit it off.
J:  Well that would have been a funny thing to have to explain to people.
A:  (Jokingly) I would just say it was spousal abuse.
J:  I'm pretty sure had you bitten your tongue off you wouldn't be saying much of anything!

So, that's one of the ways Anthony and I bond.  Childish, I know, but oh so fun!  I do sometimes worry that one of us will break something at some point and be out of commission for awhile.  But you know what they say, "It's not any fun until someone gets hurt!".  What?  That's not the way the saying goes?  Oh well.  I like mine way better!

Sincerely,
The Terminator