Mistress of Pain...
On Saturday Dave went with his father on a short fishing trip (short only because it was just one day). Anyway, as usual he didn't wear suntan lotion, so low-and-behold he's sunburnt. It's actually a pretty bizarre sunburn, being only on his inner legs and starts just above the knees. Ok, so I don't rag on him for not wearing it like I've told him countless times before because he already seems to know the error of his ways. He swears up and down that he'll never do it again. Uhuh.... I decide to pamper him as bit because he is obviously in a lot of pain. That's all well and good. The problem lies in the fact that when I'm not trying to make him feel better I'm bumping into him, accidently sliding blankets across his legs and generally just making it worse. Not to mention the number of times I knocked him in his...well...you know. (tell him he should control that thing better but he says it's my fault that he can't. right...) Anyway, it appears I'm the mistress of pain however unintentional it is. He just laughs it off when I tell him he should find a less abusive partner. *sigh* Looks to me as if he's a glutton for punishment. *L*