Quote of the Day - NSFW Edition

I have to tell this story, because it's just so freaking awesome. Yesterday, K, who can usually hold her own in the witty comeback department, suddenly raised it to a whole new level and burned me down to the minor leagues.

Let me set the stage.

I was playing with B.B. in the house. It was raining outside, so we couldn't take her out for her usual exercise, which she needs each day to stay relatively calm, and I was throwing this orange rubber ball around for her to chase, fetch, and bring back to me, something she does about 90% of the time. In order to get her worn out a little more, I started throwing it up the stairs, thinking that the "stair-master" effect would tire her out quicker. She would run up, get it, and bring it back down to me each time. Good girl.

Now, I have to explain, this isn't a little tennis ball we're talking about. No, this is a rather heavy, hefty, not-really-bouncable, hard rubber ball. B.B. has torn apart all of her other, less impressive, toy balls. So when I throw this thing around the house, I make sure to carefully avoid windows, vases, dishes, the cat, drywall, and load-bearing beams, suffice it to say.

So, anyway, up the stairs. B.B. was doing pretty well with this, until this one time I threw it, it bounced off something, and ricocheted back down as she was running up. She didn't notice at first and kept going. I caught it, and in an attempt to lob it back up before she got turned around - failed - I launched it right back up as she was swinging her face back around, and I clocked her right in the kisser. Being a Malamute (which is Eskimo for "dog with rock skull" I believe) she didn't really notice, but I felt bad anyway. I called out to her to come down and I rubbed her face and told her I was sorry. She happily dropped the ball in my hands and wanted me to throw it again.

But K heard me and asked what I'd done.

"I hit her in the face with the ball," I said.

"Oh nice," she said, but mostly laughing.

"Hey, it was an accident," I replied.

"What are you going to do next? Hit me in the face with the ball?" (You have to admit, she set herself up with that one.)

So I quickly replied, before she could retract that awesome setup: "Why? Have you taken balls to the face before?"

And just as quickly, she shot back: "Yeah, but not yours."

BURN. Damn. Ouch. That one still hurts. I was simultaneously shot down, silenced, left with no possible come-back, and just a little bit turned on at the same time. Yep. That's my K.