~hugs mishkalicious~ You are a wonderful friend!
Ok, here's what happened on Thursday. (Part of the reason for telling this has to do with my punishment.)
Well, it had been a day. Just a regular day. I spent some of the morning in cahoots with my friend so we could get tickets to a concert we wanted to attend. We got the tickets, but later that day, I checked online again and found, what I believed to be, tickets for better seats. (It's Daughtry, so I wanna be as close as possible!)
Anyway, as I'm online, I'm looking at the seating chart for the arena, my husband walks up and asks what I'm doing. So I tell him. He then points out that section 'AA' is going to be behind section 'Z'. Knowing nothing of the venue and thinking logically of the alphabet, I said to him that AA had to be before just plain old 'A' section. Right? Made sense to my simple mind at least.
Not giving his comment too much thought, I called my friend and mentioned that I had these other tickets in sight and what did she think. She confirmed what my husband said, that 'AA' sits behind 'Z', so the tickets we already had were better seats. I chit-chatted a bit longer then rang off. My husband came downstairs and I told him that he was right after all and wasn't that something. He got a look on his face- that raised brow, slightly amused, "you're gonna get it now" look. What is that called? No matter, really, as he had that expression locked on his face. He stared at me for a few moments, and I was like "what??" He then said, "get on your hands and knees." I was all "goody!! playtime!!" Besides, I had on a teeny tiny tank top and thought he just wanted to see down my shirt, guy that he is and all.
So, I get on my hands and knees in front of him, making sure I'm positioned just so for optimal view-down-my-shirt lookability. I was getting into my full on flirty mode when he said, and I quote, "I'm sorry for doubting you about the seating issue." At this point I look up at him, thoroughly confused. So I say, "Why are you apologizing to me?? You were right about the tickets." Ok, ok. Even for a rookie, this is a no brainer, but I swear it just didn't occur to me what was going on!
That look showed up again on his face. As he stared down at me, he came back with, "Let me rephrase that. 'I'm sorry for doubting you about the seating issue, (slight pause here before saying) Master'."
This time I got it. He was giving me the words to say. The nano-second after I thought that thought, I realized, I AM GETTING PUNISHED! It was a wow, happy, incredulous, I can't believe it feeling! Elated is a good adjective to use. So what do I do? Look shamefaced and lower myself in front of him? Beg for lenience due to my incredible ignorance? Oh no, no, no! Not moi. No, I laughed. Yes. Laughed. I guess everything came together for me at the same exact time and it was a bit overwhelming.
Well there I am, on hands and knees, giggling about what a silly creature I am. (He told me later that had our son not been nearby, he would have beaten the hell out of my ass.) Know what I found out about Doms...well mine at least? They aren't too sugar pie about their subs laughing during punishment.
It's good to learn something new everyday, right?