I am THE rubber band champion of my family. I have never been beaten and guard my title like a pit bull. Growing up I was the tea towel-flicker champion, which hurts a bit more but those were the days when we had no dishwasher so nightly challenges were the given. My poor parents, they just wanted their dishes washed. I have a brother, let's call him TooToo. He will hate that but hey, it is my blog and it was my nickname for him when I was little. TooToo needed a brother. Desperately. But all he had were two younger sisters. It didn't stop him from treating us like we were his brothers though. There was rough housing, terrible experiences like him making us ride down the hill at top speed and going over a home made jump......another time there was a pipe, a plank of wood and one of us (me) standing on the end while he jumped off the fence and..... See? We barely survived. Except. I was the tea towel champion and try as he might, day and night, he couldn't beat me. Ever. Irked him no end.
So yesterday morning Master T found a rubber band and shot me in the leg. Well, it was on then wasn't it? He was fighting dirty but was no match for me. It sort of brings out the Arnold Schwarzenegger in me! Needless to say, I won... No doubt he will keep trying...
Have a wonderful Tuesday folks
Ciao for now...
Hee Hee! That was funny. I bet that really hurts too if you get hit by a flicked rubber band!!!
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