Sunday, December 6, 2015

Sunday Confessions 12-6-15

The United States of Becky
I confess: I made my brother tell me the story several times of him punching himself in the face. It's my new favorite story. Because, I mean, hello? Here's the story (read it as many times as you like): He walked into the bathroom and was like why is my face itching? Looked in the mirror, and a giant quarter sized spider was on his cheek and his first instinct was to punch himself in the face. He doesn't know what happened to the spider.

I confess: I bought some candy for my Christmas party, and I've been eating it.

I confess: I love that my husband and my brother and friends have been bonding over their Magic game. My husband seems really happy :) He has been searching for a new hobby and this one seems to be hitting the right notes. I am even okay that this is sacrificing most of my Saturday nights. Worth it!

10 comments:

  1. Oh I love Magic. I play it with my partner and my step-daughter.

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    1. They are trying to get me to play but I don't have the attention for all the details!

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  2. The punching in the face story is gold! I would probably do the same thing if I had a spider on my face!

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    1. I especially like that he has no idea what happened to the spider. He was just so dazed from the shock, fear, and punch :) :)

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  3. I read that face punching story several times!!! So hilarious!

    My BFF and I first bonded over something similar. He and I had known each other for years and had been hanging out with another friend (our Third Musketeer) for a couple of months, but had never hung out one on one before. Well, that time came, and things were a little awkward. Long uncomfortable pauses in conversation, over talking, and weird non-sequiturs were abundant until finally the conversation relaxed and got rolling. Right as we settled into a conversation pattern, he was gesturing about something and jabbed his finger really hard into his eye (on accident). And I mean, like first knuckle deep into his socket, but he kept on talking, and so I took my cue from him and pretended he didn't just practically gouge his eye out. I immediately went deaf and had this internal monologue, "Shit! That had to hurt. Is he okay? He seems okay, or at least is playing it off, so I guess I will, too." Then tears started to stream down his face from his injured eye, but he kept on playing it off, so I did, too. After about what seemed like forever, but was probably just a minute or less, he finally said, "And I just totally poked myself in the eye!!!" And I was like, "OMG, I KNOW!! Are you okay? You played it off, so I played it off, but I have no idea what you were talking about after that!" And we laughed. And we bonded. And we still joke about it.

    Personal injury is funny.

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    1. HAHAHAHA! that's a great bonding story :) :) :)

      yeah, i don't know why people getting injured is funny! Well, I mean, after you know they are okay, anyways.

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  4. That face punching story was great!
    Isn't it the best when your man/s.o./whatever gets involved in something that makes him so happy?

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    1. my husband is extroverted, and i forget that, so it makes sense this hobby is working out better than the legos or cigars cause it's interactive with other people :)

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  5. Oh, and thank you for doing Sunday Confessions, even though I didn't post anything because I've been too distracted by my shit mood to remember. I will be posting this weekend though, for sure.

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    1. hey, no worries! post when you feel like posting :)

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