Sarcasm

This was written actually last week and sat in our draft folder.  Daddy published it this morning without telling mouse...LOL.  He liked it when he read it the first time. Said it made him smile.

He's twisted that way.

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There are times when it's perfectly acceptable for mouse to be sarcastic, but there are moments when the sarcasm isn't welcomed at all.  

The other night at dinner Daddy remarked the chicken was dry.  Now, it should be said, mouse doesn't do chicken breasts very well -- especially the boneless skinless variety.  These had a nice sauce with mushrooms but that didn't seem to help it much.  It also didn't help that Daddy was late coming home from work.  

The meals around our home are planned out for a specific time.  So mouse became a whole lot defensive and very annoyed with him when he made the comment (it's bad enough seeing him dump hot sauce all over everything -- as if saying it's not seasoned properly).  Sarcastically replying that if he wasn't happy with the meal -- he should probably arrange to hire a cook.  

We're fluent in sarcasm.  But sometimes we take it too far and feelings become hurt (mouse) or someone (him) gets pissed off.  He became cross and remarked that his mother always made perfect chicken.  Now this statement was half under his breath but loud enough so that mouse could hear it.

Oh seriously we're going there?!  For a moment, the gloves came off.   Well, nearly so. 

We will sometimes banter back and forth like that.  

It generally means nothing.  

Except that his mother is a terrible cook.

There!  It's been said.

Keeping a home...well mouse could ONLY wish our home were that clean.  But cook?  No MIL isn't the best.  Everyone in his family has told mouse that and they routinely joke about it -- even she does.

She remarked once that every one of her son's made sure they learned to cook themselves or married women who could cook.  It should be noted, she said it as though she were revealing a plan.  

So, that off the cuff remark by Daddy really annoyed mouse.  

Pouting -- mouse stewed in the comment.

Daddy smirked and remarked how nice the silence was.  

Now, mouse was fuming.  It was like having an out of body experience, when mouse stood up, picked up his plate and walked to the garbage can and scraped the plate.  Shut off the light in the kitchen and took the baby (maybe for protection) and went upstairs.  

Upstairs mouse rolled over the whole thing in her mind...Stubbornly mouse dug in her heels.

This was NOT her fault.

In fact mouse was sooo pissed at him after getting the baby to bed, she went upstairs to our room and flipped on the TV and began watching The Sopranos.  

Muther Fucker

When he came upstairs, to bed.  He looked at mouse, grabbed her by the leg and pulled her as she clawed at the bedding.  

We had amazing sex and it was raw, carnal....

After tho...he held mouse and apologized about the crack about the chicken.

All mouse said was thank you.

Obviously we weren't completely behind it all.

He was fishing for an apology for her behavior and she knew it.  The fact he apologized first meant nothing...

In that moment he flipped mouse over, and began smacking her ass.  Hard with his hand.  

"Ok!" mouse cried, "Sorry!"

"For what slut?" 

"For throwing your dinner in the trash." 

Then he left and went into the bathroom returning with his leather strap.  

After reddening mouse's ass with that he pulled her close....

All the anger had ebbed away....

And again mouse apologized much more sincerely this time that she was truly sorry that she tossed his meal into the trash.  

He mused that it really did belong there.

*Ding* 

Did ya hear that?  Round two.   

No, not really...this time mouse laughed.  

That's the way it is with us sometimes...

And really we're ok with it.