No, this isn’t the Austin & Tracie Tale, that’s next. Tracie reminded me of a funny adventure we had last night. As you may know, my wife is sexy, and I like that. This will come into play later. (this post is rated PG, don’t worry.)
After watching American Idol the battle of the 2 Davids, the overrated one and the amazing one, we went to our car and decided to go on a quick walk around the neighborhood, as we hadn’t gone on one the day before. Tracie started walking, and I (as I usually do) admired the way she walked and so planned to goose her. Well, for some reason, silly Tracie decided she didn’t want to be goosed, so she jogged ahead a little bit. Like the predator I am, I became entranced with the chase, and ran/hobbled after her. But every time I got close she’d take off again. This continued for some time.
Well, less than a block later we both were very tired, (we’re not in the best of shape. Hence why we went walking) but she still wouldn’t let me goose her. I know, right? Not very charitable. So I kept chasing her, even though my body was screaming at me “What the heck? You haven’t used me in months, now you expect me to catch Tracie?!? She’s like a gazelle!! A very sexy gazelle!” but the hunter in me was like “look at that babe! I got to get me some of that!” and made grunting noises like Tim Allen on Home Improvement.
We continued the chase, Tracie cackling with glee as I hunted her, I felt like we were on a playground, boy chasing girl. (Only I knew what I was going to do once I caught her, unlike in elementary.) Well, right before my body gave up, Tracie did, and I came up to her and gave her a big hug, a few squeezes, and said, in my best Westley voice, “There, was that so terrible?”
Then my body embarrassingly said, “YES!”