Well, after three trips here to detail my humiliation at the hands of my wife, I finally won one when Ohio State was able to at least keep it close against USC (which is all I needed to win). This is my last sentence — the rest of this post will be my beautiful wife doing the typing!!!
Well, I know you many of you on here were getting tired of seeing my husband losing all the time and were pulling him to luck out and win one for a chance ... well, you got your wish.
The second the game ended, his gloating ... and my torture began. He wrapped me up in one sheet, four blankets and our big, heavy comforter. He wrapped me individually within each blanket, putting me on one edge and rolling me up as tight as he could. By the time it was over, I was like a giant burrito.
Then he slowly peeled off my socks, enjoying every second of the anticipation. Once my feet were bare, he starting tickling them with his fingers. After that, he used the feather duster. Since his feet are much more ticklish than mine, it was bad ... but not THAT bad.
then came the worst of it. He started running ice cubes up and down my soles and in between my toes. I HATE THAT!!!! It was by far the worst part of the 30 minutes I owed him.
Finally, he finished it all up with a little artwork on my feet. But you can see the attached pics for yourself.
my punishment isn't over. tomorrow we have to go over to another couples' house for a cookout. And guess who will be spending 30 minutes of the cookout barefoot? Yep, you guessed it ...
I guess the lucky b**tard was due for a win. I just wish it had happened later as opposed to sooner 🙁
Well, I know you many of you on here were getting tired of seeing my husband losing all the time and were pulling him to luck out and win one for a chance ... well, you got your wish.
The second the game ended, his gloating ... and my torture began. He wrapped me up in one sheet, four blankets and our big, heavy comforter. He wrapped me individually within each blanket, putting me on one edge and rolling me up as tight as he could. By the time it was over, I was like a giant burrito.
Then he slowly peeled off my socks, enjoying every second of the anticipation. Once my feet were bare, he starting tickling them with his fingers. After that, he used the feather duster. Since his feet are much more ticklish than mine, it was bad ... but not THAT bad.
then came the worst of it. He started running ice cubes up and down my soles and in between my toes. I HATE THAT!!!! It was by far the worst part of the 30 minutes I owed him.
Finally, he finished it all up with a little artwork on my feet. But you can see the attached pics for yourself.
my punishment isn't over. tomorrow we have to go over to another couples' house for a cookout. And guess who will be spending 30 minutes of the cookout barefoot? Yep, you guessed it ...
I guess the lucky b**tard was due for a win. I just wish it had happened later as opposed to sooner 🙁
