Clearly, the lack of kink in my house is wearing me down. i’m losing it, little by little.
This morning, Sir was watching something on TV. The news or something. The TV is temporarily living in our study, so i’ve been exposed to it more than usual. i don’t typically watch TV. Ever.
So i hear some weird story being talked about and turn to look, i’m like, “WTF??” and Sir says, “Oh, that’s Kevin, you know Kevin, the guy on the news,” and i say, “Nooooooo, i don’t know Kevin. Kevin? Is this somebody on TV?”
And Sir says, patiently, “Yes, remember yesterday, you saw Kevin, he was talking about…” and i kind of halfway quit listening, and i say something like, “Noooo, i don’t know Kevin, i don’t want to know Kevin, i don’t care what he’s doing,” and Sir starts to explain some more about what Kevin was doing yesterday or today, and i start doing that thing with my hand where you flap it like someone’s talking and you say blah, blah, blah ~ you know, that thing ~~~
And i look at Sir, whose jaw has dropped.
He says, “Are you doing that ~ blah, blah, blah” and He makes the hand gesture, “Are you doing that at ME?”
Horrified, i say, “NOOOOO – OH, No, Sir, that was Kevin doing the blah blah blah, NOT you.”
And He nods. “Ok. Just checking.”