CAMELOT FANTASIES

Oh, tell me you don't do that! Hahahaha!

Yes, Bulldog was famous for that and it was funny until years later it started  happening to me. Lol!

My fiancé does it, and it makes me want to go into the windmill on him. LOL!

And look- I can tell when he spots it because he starts taking it back- saying stuff like " I don't know, maybe I did have it last..
Girl it burns me up. Hahaha!

He forgets though, that it puts me in the worse mood and he has to listen to my mouth for the next hour and then he has to kiss up for the rest of the day.
He never learns.
LMAO!

Girl, you did  not bring up the windmill. I have not heard that for years. Tears streaming, although I do not have fond memories of that particular maneuver.

My second oldest brother was an absolute mess. He was mischievous with a wicked sense of humor.

When we were younger, after my mother divorced she had to work during the day.  >:(Bad times because it wasn't fun when she was at home during the same hours as us. Much stricter, more work, and more errands. Always messing up our play time.

Anyway, in the summer while she was at work the older siblings had to watch us. My brother, bored, got the idea to put us in training blocks and teach us how to fight our neighbors for his and his friend's amusement. Did I mention that he was sick?

One minute we'd be playing alongside each other, and the next they minute the older boys would decide it was fighting time. There were serious Bobbi. My brother, at night, would call us into his room to go over "strategy." The windmill was one such strategy. Girl, you got me choking over here  from laughing so hard. I think i must've erased the word windmill from my vocabulary and hated windmill cookies with a passion. Whew, bad memories. I don't know why we didn't tell on him. My mother would've whipped his butt.

I said that to say, that losing stuff is not that big of a deal. It happens to highly intelligent people whose minds are filled to capacity and they can't take another thing in. You should be ashamed of yourself for being so mean.

My son just looks at me with a deadpan expression and then calmly goes and pick up the item that was in my face the entire time. Then, he just shakes his head and walks away.