I’ll take Chad bleeding in the ear for the win please.
Thursday, March 13th, 2008




When I want a reaction / attention out of Chad I usually do one of two things.
Firstly, I will blow air in his face, and like a dog he usually responds accordingly. However if this action fails, I move to phase two.
This involves tickling Chad. Which I might add is the easiest thing in the entire world to do because 95% of his body is so sensitive that even the gentlest of touches sets him off.
Now because I know this I abuse this. He will tell you that most of my movements when I am around him are sneaky and spastic because I will do anything to make him squirm. This however, has backfired to the point that he just does not trust me any more and has pretty much banned me from touching him.
Which brings us to last night.
We had gone to the Italian centre for a wine tasting event (which I will blog about tomorrow because God knows I will need something to amuse myself during work) and had gotten home fairly early. After uploading pictures of deep fried bacon we sat down for some snuggles. This is how we end every evening. Sometimes Chad calls it Tea Time because its the part of the night where we recap the days events and chit chat about things. And no we don’t drink tea while doing this.
Anyways, we somehow got onto the topic for the millionth time about how I am grabby and tickly and such and I happened to mention that at one point I was given the name ‘Crab Hands” because I acted as if I were a crab with claws to grab and pinch and such.
Chad then exclaimed that he was going to play ‘Jealous Raging Significant Other’ and insisted I inform him as to who gave me such a name. I however, would not comply. This set us into a back and forth scuffle of Chad yelling ‘Who called you Crab Hands, Crab Hands?” and me Crab Handing him to death. Then all of a sudden Chad stops and proclaims that his ear is bleeding. I don’t believe him tho because he has pulled this stunt many a time while trying to escape my wrath of tickles and it is never true.
He then pulls his hand away from his ear and there is blood all over it. Um, excuse me?
I look at his ear and there is blood in spots but I can’t tell where it is coming from. We go over to the bathroom where I wipe it clean and take a closer look at the damage.
It seems that a piece of skin has been scraped from the inside of his ear and this surface cut was causing it to bleed like a mother. How the hell the inside of his ear got damaged is beyond me. The only plausible culprit would have been my “dangerously spiky” ring, but still.
So jokingly annoyed he stands there with a Kleenex sticking out of his ear scowling at me, to which I respond by laugh hysterically because he looks so utterly cute that I just can’t help it.
I think he finally learned that as long as he is ticklish he will never win!





























































