Mexican Sex Revenge Part Two

Sometimes that Mexican can really teach me a lesson.

Last night I decided to get me a piece of my sweet Spanish Fly. Ok not much new with that. Anyways, we were doing our thing getting started and SOMEBODY was a little over zealous about having some special attention paid by me to his LEETLE FRIEEEND. I was feeling goofy and thought it would be just the bees knees to have a little fun with him.

When I went on down to say hello I scrunched up my nose, made an icky face and sniffed. "*Sniff sniff*, *nose scrunch*" "Ew." He just looked at me. " *sniff sniff*" "It smells fishy what did you DO??"




Hear me out! I figured he would do exactly what he does when I tell him his feet stink (and THEY DO.) He always gives me a dirty look and say's "No they don" And I say yes they do and tell him he's nasty, then he laughs at me tries to shove a sock in my face and say's "Jew know jew liyyke eet!" We laugh, there is much sock shoving, play wrestling everyone is happy and we move on. Ha ha, fun is had by all - la-dee-da.

OKAY!! Not so much in this situation. Who knew? He looked at me for a bit. . . Silence. And then DEAD PAN, "Dat's ok sometimes you smell too."

*insert sound of car crash and my little world coming to a complete stop, gravity letting loose and everything flying off into space* Yes, what ever sound that might make. OH THE HORRRRROORRRR!!!

What?? My wonderful botanical garden of everything sweet and nice?!?! My ever so carefully showed, groomed, buffed, and lovely scented and flavored with Jessica Simpson edible lotion for special occasions WITH sparkles and peppermint at ALL TIMES special place of all that is wonderful? OH. my. God. Ohmygod?? Oh. Dear oh my. How could it be?? This Hor's pride and joy CRUSHED in 6 words.

DESERT TREATS!!

"But I was just kidding."

*horrible pout of crushed soul*

"Jyeah I feeegured, and me too, but jew have to know how eeet feels."

"You were kidding???" *insert the sound of hope, angels singing and my world starting to turn again*

He laughed at me, smiled and said "Jes of course, I don't keees tings dat smaale."

Oh. OH WELL THANK FREAKING GAAAAWWWD. Because I think I'd need counseling. For heavens sake I'm practically OCD about the state of my little place of everything that IS wonderful and sweet.

Hell I could be a slogan for a toothpaste commercial - "Sparkling Fresh."

He's lucky he didn't let me stew for more than about two seconds because I'm not sure if I would have died from embarrassment or my head caving in, really I just can't decide.

Punk. Lesson learned and point one for you.

Punk.