Sir smacked my butt tonight because I said something stupid in the kitchen (stupid along the lines of – “Oh, maybe it’s okay to eat these almonds that are coated with eggs, ’cause, maybe I’m not allergic to eggs anymore… I’ll just try a couple or five handfuls and see…”)
Because I’ve been losing weight again, my jeans are getting baggy (and I JUST bought them a month ago! Fuck!) and they’re pretty thick so the swat didn’t have the effect I’m sure he intended.
And because I’m doing just awesome with my bipolar right now and have no filter on my brain, I totally started to say, “That didn’t hur…” and then I was all like…