The Perfect Snap
OR : Why I won't have kids.
For the past week I have tried, on several occaisions, mostly unsuccessfully to *snap* a towel. Call it boredom, call it trying to extend my resume of trivial talents... whatever you call it, I wasn't very good at it. I snapped the fridge at my parents' place well, but maybe because it was stainless steel and made a good "sound". The pantry I was not so lucky with.
So there we were, in the bathroom last night, brushing teeth, slapping asses... Cuddles and I were happily getting ready for bed. There was the usual fare of "I need to see in the mirror" and making faces with toothpaste foam.
I used my face towel and then decided to get a new one and put the one I had used in the laundry basket. I held it in my palm, and contemplated :
My face towel is a small square, about 8" x 8", hardly enough material to twirl by the corner and certainly not enough to *snap*, right? That's what I had deciced as started twirling the small weapon of mass destruction, just for fun, thinking it'd never work anyway. I snapped gingerly toward Cuddles' buttokial area and realised 2 things pretty quickly.
1 - it was enough material to *snap*
2 - my aim is dead off
Cuddles, mouth full of paste looked at me with what I can only describe as his "why-did-you-do-this-to-me-I-thought-you-loved-me-OMG-I'm-going-to-puke" look. I panicked and giggled (a nervous reacion of mine, very bad) and started gushing "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I really was sorry. But also a little amazed that I *snapped* successfully on the first try! But also sorry sorry sorry.
I left the bathroom, ashamed and as Cuddles carefully slid into bed, he exclaimed "I really thought I was going to puke there! You perfectly hit my right nut".