I haven't updated my blog in awhile. I know this.
Here is what happened to me tonight, I'm sure you will all be very jealous when you read about it. First, I worked for a few hours, no big deal. Then, I ate dinner. Next, I went to Travis's house and we watched the Cowboys game- the first half at least. I started to get sleepy so I asked if we could go downstairs and get some fuel (fuel=food for you ninnies out there). When we went downstairs we happened upon a deck of cards and started playing "War" or "battle" as I knew it. For some reason, I felt it necessary to trash talk Travis, saying things like "here, why don't I just take those cards for you" and other useless things. Travis, being a boy and not knowing what you all are about to find out, played along and laughed while I tried to be mean, he even added a few small digs.
Now here is the thing:
I, Erin Kanter am a very very very sore loser sometimes. I started to get agitated. The kind of angry you get where you don't even know why you are mad. Travis reminded me that I was trash-talking too, not just him.So, naturally, because Travis was right, I stood up, grabbed my things and left his house only to have him chase behind me asking things like "wait, why are you mad?" while being sweet as always and doing what any girl would want their boyfriend to do...try to stop them from a dramatic exit. I proceeded to get in my car and as I slammed my door shut and watched Travis walk back inside, I knew I was being stupid. (Sidenote: I'm exhausted also so..this may or may not have effected my mood) Five minutes later, I walked back into his house. After about ten minutes of silence, I explained to Travis that I have had a record of not finishing board games if I am losing, especially if I am tired or in some sort of mood. Me and my dad used to play chess...kind of and it would usually end in me being mad. Most of my friends would never guess this about me but alas, it is true.
After I pouted and apologized to Travis, he was trying to think of things that would cheer me up. I got him a head scratcher for Christmas(those whisk looking things) and let me tell you, it is impossible to not laugh or smile when someone uses it on you. He asked if that would make me laugh and instead I said:
"Truth or dare?"
Travis: "Dare"
And I dared him to not laugh when I used the scalp scratcher (he laughed). Then, I dared him not to laugh when I tickled his ribs (he laughed). Then, he dared me not to laugh when he used the scalp scratcher/tickled my ribs (I didn't laugh). Travis was so impressed that I didn't laugh, that I let him have a second try at his dares. Then, I laughed so hard I thought my dinner was going to come back up.
This was my night.
* I dedicate this post to Ashley Thompson who is the only one who appreciates stories like these (that I know of)*
* I would also like to take a moment and warn you that I will probably regret posting this tomorrow but still leave it up just because*
*Also, I am very lucky that this is the kind of stuff I get mad about with my boyfriend, it could be much worse...like actual problems. I am aware of this*
*If this doesn't further prove that I am a three year old child, I don't know what else will"
