Consider my ass kicked

Well, it's done.  It has happened.  I always knew it would.  The time HAD to come, but tonight?  I wasn't prepared.

In this house, things are different than in other homes.  We have marathon hide-and-seek sessions, we wrestle, and we talk shit...just for fun.  It's been a while since I kicked Brett's ass, so tonight, when he mouthed off, I was ready.

Ummm, sort of.

I lost.  I don't mean that it was a close call and someone called it quits...I mean, HE.KICKED.MY.ASS.  My shoulder was sore and my wrist was sore.  I iced both, but my wrist will need wrapped tomorrow.  Damn.  It's not his fault...I wouldn't back off.  I kept shouting things like, "I've got you where I want you!" and "Now you're a goner!"  Nope, he won.  I couldn't get out of the hold.

Yes, tomorrow will demand an ace bandage and some ice (since my hand is swollen and I have a fragile wrist) but that's not what bothers me.  This is the first time in his life that I couldn't take him.  He's a stout guy!  I've struggled in the past, but I've always won.  Tonight, I lost.  I have the swollen hand, sore wrist, aching shoulder, and wounded ego to prove it.

He's a man.  He won.  I lost.  There, son, I said it.  *sigh*  Good night.