Fist Punch

Wow...this is happening more and more when Andy and I are in the car.

A fist punch is when you both see a MINI at the same time (well practically) and instead of connecting with a softer part of each other, you actually punch each other's fists. Wham-right in the knuckles!

After a few times you start to learn to punch more softly because boy can this hurt.

Given my track record lately, it's a good sign for me. It's a bad one for the grand supreme little darling. HA HA!

The Perils of Punch-Mini

I hate to say it, but there is a chance that you may get hurt when playing Punch-Mini. But this is the price that you sometimes have to pay. Take for example the time I got walloped.

Andy and I were walking to Starbucks one afternoon. We were having a pretty good session of Punch-Mini , I think I was leading 2 - 1. Then up ahead I saw what I thought was a Mint coloured Mini. But you see friends, I hesitated because who in their right mind would want a Mint coloured Mini, right?

The rest seemed to happen in slow motion. Realizing that yes, that was indeed a Mint Mini, I clenched my fist and started to turn my body in order to have maximum contact with my dear Andy's shoulder. But you see, he was that fraction of a second ahead of me and had already started to swing. So as I turned into him, his fist connected not with the intended target of my shoulder, oh no, it did not. His fist connected instead with my boob. If any stranger on the street had seen this, they would have thought he was wailing me; might even have called the cops.

Instead I hugged my mauled mammary, doubled over in extreme pain and yet somehow laughing so hard I almost pee'd my pants. Andy felt really bad, but he got me good that time.

So be aware kiddies; (s)he who hesitates is punched. And if you do hesitate, don't turn into the punch-punch sideways or with your opposite hand.