You would think that after many, many failed bets with M that I would have learned my lesson by now, but no. I still feel the need to get up on my high horse and make bets when I think he is wrong and I am right.
I’m usually wrong, of course. Actually, I’m wrong 99.999999% of the time.
Yesterday we were talking about wave rock. I had it in my mind that it was north of Perth because I distinctly remembered bitching and moaning to M about why we didn’t go to wave rock when we visited the Pinnacles. M said that it was east of Perth, heading towards the gold fields.
I said that I would bet that he was wrong and he said, “What are you willing to bet?”
And I said, “I’ll be your bitch for a day if I’m wrong.”
And he said, “So that means nakedness, collar and boots from 9am to 5pm? And you’ll do my bidding all day?”
And I nodded.
And I have shit for brains.
Needless to say, wave rock is east of Perth and this Sunday, I’ll be his bitch for a day.
Wouldn’t it have been fun if he’d lost though??!!! Methinks he wouldn’t make a very good bitch….he moans too much.