I did it again, didn't I? I said the wrong thing.
Somehow I can't resist poking you, you know that? You are so eminently pokable. It's so easy to prod at you with a few choice words that I'm already thinking anyway, and then I see you deflate like a sad balloon.
I mean, don't think it's because I enjoy watching the light die in your eyes, though. That's not what I'm aiming at . . . because when you're all puffed up and proud you are every variety of adorable. Why would I muck about with that? I didn't think I was a sadist.
I just have no filter.
Oh, goodness, I did this today. If you did, too, I am sorry. That's rough.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you'll be forgiven.
Also, I don't think you're a sadist. I think banter just does that sometimes, until there are no secrets.