monimina

Yeah, it's been a while.

Short update - today I signed the papers to buy a house, offers accepted all around and all that. I also bloodied a guy's nose at the pool at the Mirage. A guy who just happens to be one of Scott's co-workers.

First fight in almost 15 years and I slug a guy easily 25 lbs heavier than me, and rip my husband's shirt while keeping him out of the pool. I've got so much adrenaline rushing through my body that Scott's up in bed and I'm sitting outside breathing deeply. I'll see him over his lunch hour tomorrow to see how things are after he's back at work. Best quote of the night? "She fights like a man!"

A word to the wise: Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with my man, and don't fuck with my shit.

Did I mention adrenaline? I'm about to turn 27 on Friday, I've got a steady good paying job, and the first time the guys try to throw Scott in the pool I fight so hard security comes in to break it up. The second time is when they send in one guy to pin my arms behind my back. Yes, I have bruises on my upper-arms from where he held me, but he was the one left bleeding. And Scott and I did _not_ end up in the pool.

Should I have given in and let them take him into the pool? Maybe. But he said that he didn't want to. He was wearing some damn fine boots, and had his cell on him. Bloody nose versus over 600 dollars in clothes and gear? Damn right they should fear me. Their mistake was to only send one guy to hold me while five went to lift him.

I may make a quilt out of his t-shirts, and I may put on make-up and act the girl, but you do not mess with my man.

Second best quote of the night?

"Obviously they didn't listen when I told them about my wife."

The bestest part ever? Scott's damn proud of me.