Saturday, June 23, 2012

Missed Target

Dave and I were eating at a restaurant the other night.  Good food.  Good times.  For the life of me I can't remember what lead up to what happened, but I can only assume that Dave was being a toot...or I was being a toot and he was being a toot in can easily go either way.  Anyway, I had been playing with the paper wrapper my straw had come in.  I have a bit of an obsessive habit of folding the wrapper in half, then in half again, and again till it's about the size of a pea.  So, I'd been holding onto said wrapper and suddenly felt the need to flick it at him.  He deserved it, but, again, I cannot remember why.  The wee little thing flew through the air, went right by his head, and landed on the next table over.

Now, as I always own up to things right away, I quickly looked in the opposite direction...I might've even whistled just a bit.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see the couple at the table turn to see where it had come from.  And, what did my lovely husband do?

Dave:  "She did it."  I turned toward them and smiled my sweetest smile.

Me:  "I'm so sorry.  I meant to hit him."

Must start target practice.  Every day.

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