Retribution for that tiny Mexican dream
Yesterday on our way to The Fiancé's parents' for dinner, we just happened to stop at the beach. For five hours. (What? We bought a season pass for the county park. We have to get our money's worth.)
This particular lake is fantastic, in that it's always warm, usually not too crowded, and has all kinds of cool things in it. Like snails. And fish. And dragonflies that will sit on your hand (if you stalk them for fifteen minutes and then force them off their little wooden buoy onto your hand).
Anyway, we were swimming, looking for fish, and The Fiancé decided to be cute by bumping my thigh with his fist and making a comment about it being a fish. But water has a distortion effect. I was a lot closer and in a much different position than he thought, so here's what actually happened.
He shouted, "Look, a fish!"
And then he punched me right in the crotch.
He can punch pretty hard.
This particular lake is fantastic, in that it's always warm, usually not too crowded, and has all kinds of cool things in it. Like snails. And fish. And dragonflies that will sit on your hand (if you stalk them for fifteen minutes and then force them off their little wooden buoy onto your hand).
Anyway, we were swimming, looking for fish, and The Fiancé decided to be cute by bumping my thigh with his fist and making a comment about it being a fish. But water has a distortion effect. I was a lot closer and in a much different position than he thought, so here's what actually happened.
He shouted, "Look, a fish!"
And then he punched me right in the crotch.
He can punch pretty hard.