Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Picking on my substitute little sister

"Who wants to get beat up?" I say, bounding into the living room and pretending to unleash a flurry of jabs at my housemate's belly, working it like a speedbag as she lies on the couch trying to watch TV.

"Go away," she whines, pouting.

I bend down and plant a light kiss on her forehead. The pout goes away.

"Wait. I screwed that up," I say. "That was supposed to be a head butt."

The pout returns.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad to hear you're feeling better, Pet.
-- Kitty

11/02/2005 06:16:00 AM  
Anonymous Scott said...

Do you start all your conversations that way? ("Who wants to get beat up?", "Who wants a fork in the neck?")

11/02/2005 07:59:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That was my first laugh of the day, bless you, sir. Did you head butt her? Because that would put the cap on it.

11/02/2005 09:27:00 AM  
Blogger Peter Lynn said...

Kat: And then I kissed her on the mouth and gave her my avian flu!

Scott: Most of them. But often I don't say anything at all, but just rush toward her with my fist extended like a battering ram.

Miker: I did not head butt her. She's actually pretty tough. Once she came home drunk and wrestled me, and we knocked over the stove.

11/02/2005 07:16:00 PM  
Blogger Scott said...

You're still wrestling women, huh buddy?

And what's the deal with this "Scott" guy. He can't be Scott. I'm Scott

11/02/2005 08:22:00 PM  
Blogger Peter Lynn said...

You are Scott. Anyway, yes. Still occasionally wrestling women. But not popping a boner anymore.

11/02/2005 10:51:00 PM  

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