Me? Intelligent?

Have I claimed to be intelligent?

No. I don't believe that I have.

Oh, sure. I can do some math but that's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the good old common sense stuff that helps one refrain from placing one's foot in one's mouth.

Like my friend Cassie, who recently tried to tell Tom a thing or two, I wonder sometimes if I'll ever learn when to keep quiet.

Adam's job....He loves it.

I love that he loves it.

I like the people who works with. They are good people. The problem is that I'm a homebody who doesn't care all that much for socializing. His job however requires our presence at staff family get togethers every three months. I don't like them... not the people. The get togethers. I don't like the get togethers.

Why? Because I just don't. I don't fit in with the other spouses very well. And I just don't see this need to drag spouses into this every three month bonding experience. I understand the idea behind it. Camaraderie amongst coworkers is an awesome thing. Why though is it being forced upon the spouses who only see each other at these get togethers that really have nothing to do with any of us.

Once a year would be plenty.

So anyhow Adam knows I do not at all want to go to the event scheduled for this Friday evening. In fact I haven't yet even said I will go. I see no need. I see no point. I just don't want to. Period.

Okay so I know it means something to him. I understand that but can't we find something ~ anything ~ else to show him that he means the world to me. Do I have to do something which takes me way out of my comfort zone and makes me feel like I have 3 boobs, 5 eyes and a huge nose that everyone is glaring at. I hate it. Hate hate hate it.

This morning he ~ my wonderful Adam ~ says to me, "If you will go with me Friday night, I will give you the best spanking ever when we get home."

I do appreciate the thought. I do. HOWEVER.....

However....I think I'd rather watch grass grow.

My response to him was not all that common sensical. (Is that a word?)

Wanna hear what I said?

I'm warning you, it wasn't all that bright of me.

Are you SURE you want to hear it?

Okay, but I warned you....

I said to Adam, "Oh, goody. I get to be tortured twice in one night."

Now, I ask you, just WHAT was I thinking?

Something tells me that yes indeed, I will be "tortured" twice in the same evening and something also tells me it won't be from watching grass grow.

I'll endure the first round of torture if it means he will hold to his word when we get home.

And if he doesn't?

Hmmm.....

I don't think I have to worry about that.
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