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Also, the Further Adventures of Rachel's Breasts
This is just a tiny misadventure, but still worth noting, I guess.
So, dad and I are on the way to Little Rock, and I decided that I wanted some lotion. I pulled the one I originally bought for Jon out, and it was kind of low, so nothing came out when I squeezed. So I squeezed harder, and it just splurted out, landing, of course, as a white streak right across my right breast. Hence the conversation:
Me: *blinks*
Dad: *cackles* You... no, I won't say it.
Me: *long suffering sigh* What is it?
Dad: *snickers* Got it a little excited, did you?
Me: *beats head against window* Why me?
But I got him back when we went to Mt. Fuji's for dinner and he couldn't use his chopsticks. I giggled at him and hurt his feelings. Part of me feels bad, but most of me feels justified.
So, dad and I are on the way to Little Rock, and I decided that I wanted some lotion. I pulled the one I originally bought for Jon out, and it was kind of low, so nothing came out when I squeezed. So I squeezed harder, and it just splurted out, landing, of course, as a white streak right across my right breast. Hence the conversation:
Me: *blinks*
Dad: *cackles* You... no, I won't say it.
Me: *long suffering sigh* What is it?
Dad: *snickers* Got it a little excited, did you?
Me: *beats head against window* Why me?
But I got him back when we went to Mt. Fuji's for dinner and he couldn't use his chopsticks. I giggled at him and hurt his feelings. Part of me feels bad, but most of me feels justified.