Be a Mind Sticker

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I'm not a violent person. At least, I don't think I am. But, there are occasions when I feel I need to use physical force, rather than 'talk about them'.
Okay, here's the story. Last night we were having another one of our infamous Dr. Mario face-offs. I usually win these because I'm faster and more skilled than slow-pokey Zackie. However, we've started playing "the nice way" (meaning, if you're familiar with Dr. Mario, that we try not to throw pills at each other) and Zack is better at that than I am, which means he gets to win a round now and then. A very RARE occurance. ANYway, we're in the middle of a game and I'm telling Zack about the cool little strategy I've devised over on my side of the board, and Zack responds with something like "Hey, nice job, Sweetie!". At the same time he's saying this he's killing his last 'germ' and winning the game. So, in a sense, he was MOCKING me and my "cute little strategy". I feel there is no other way to retaliate than to poke him in the side while he's laughing his victory laugh. This usually results with him yelling and doubling over. What? It was only a poke.

Last night turned into one of those long nights were we lie in bed and talk and laugh about nothing until 1:30 in the morning. I love those kinds of nights! While we were talking Zack made another 'crack' at me (translation: he teased me about something). Then he grabbed my hands so I couldn't poke him. (Smart, very smart.) So, my clever little brain thought, hey! I have more than two appendages! I'll poke him with my toe! He didn't even notice the sheets moving. I zinged him in just the right spot on his side which caused him to yell and jerk away. (Ah HA! Take THAT, oh teasing one!) And then he said, "Whoa. That was really creepy. I seriously thought you had a third arm." Whaaaat? A third arm? I'm not so disturbed by the fact that he didn't know how I was able to poke him with my hands in a bind, but I am a little distrubed by the fact that he thought I was capable of having a THIRD arm. Who thinks their spouse spouts a third arm in the middle of the night?

Zack's in Mexico right now on a mini-business trip. The company he works for makes needles (the kind that burrow into your bone and take out a sample of the marrow for the doctor examine) and they manufacture those needles in Tijuana. That's right. The medical products YOU use, might be made in Tijuana. Don't worry. They have hiiigh standards in Tijuana. But I digress. Since Zack is in Tijuana, I can't be with him. And if I can't be with him, I'll have to be in his mind. I'll have to be a mind sticker. But alas, I forgot to drink my Tab this morning. Hopefully something of mine sticks in his mind. Maybe it'll be my third arm.