Darling Man and I were in the kitchen preparing dinner when I reached for something and he blocked me. Then he turned to face me and threw a punch, which I blocked. Then he threw a bunch, and I blocked them all.
Z-boy walked in and became the cheering section. Darling man taunted me, "Come on, girlie, let's see what you've got!"
And I kicked him. And kicked him. He tried to block but just couldn't block them all. He's got the reach for punches, but I've got the speed for kicks.
Take that, big man!
Friday is sparring night. I went a couple of weeks ago and watched Darling Man. I want to spar this week!!!! Hubby bought me some gloves for working on the bag, but I'd love to use them on a real person. What does that say about ME?????
7 comments:
So are you going to start deciding who does the dishes and takes out the garbage based on the level belt you're wearing?:)
Now there's an idea!!! Actually, we're all the same rank, so we'll have to come up with some other deciding factor...
you rock it. kick some manly ass! and get him to do the laundry too!
sounds like a ton of fun at your place...keep at it guys.
it says, you're honest.
Love the illustrations!! Have more fights, so you can post them!
Now if you can just talk to each other like a badly dubbed Japanese movie, you will have a complete life!
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