This week I'm participating in Mama Kat's Writing Prompt. It's pretty much world famous, you know.
Anyway, I suppose there are a few things I could learn from the hubby. I don't like to dwell on them overmuch because in some weird way it makes me feel like I'm not right anymore-- and I'm always right! Right?! Still, I do admire the way he can punch the hell out of an air-filled bag and feel so much better. I mean, you'd think he'd gone skiing with Prince Valium on the Mountain of Insta-Therapy!
I tried it once, but all I got out of it was a set of prettily bruised knuckles (who doesn't love permanently wearing the colors blue, purple, and that drop-dead shade of faded green), and I was more pissed than before. Not to mention the explanation I had to give my 3 year old daughter.
"Why are you yelling, Momma?"
"Um..." I got nothin.' How do you explain that to a 3 year old?
My hubby says I bruised because I wasn't hitting it correctly which is really code for: "Honey, you're just a wuss." I tell him I was just trying to stay fashionable all summer sporting these great new wearable colors.
I've always wanted to punch a bag tho not so much now..did not think of bruises!
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Chris
Maybe he can show you how to hit it "correctly" and it will make you feel good? Or not your way is better!
ReplyDeleteChris- Thanks for stopping by :)
ReplyDeleteAnita- Yes, my way is always better... even when its not. Haha!