Usually, I like my balls small. Easy to handle. Not too unwieldy. Tasty.
But this time, I took a chance on some large ones. Threw my normal predilections and preferences out the window. These were much meatier, but of an unknown quality. I was truly gambling on these balls. But, at the moment, there were no others. It was them or nothing, and I had to fill a desperate need. So, big balls it was.
When I got them home, I decided that I would resist their allure and save them for another night when I really needed them. Maybe in a few days, when the time was right. When there was no other choice and the desire was at its peak. Only then would I sample these mystery balls.
But unbeknownst to me, there was a devious plot afoot in my home. A plan to steal my balls. To sample the succulent and round mass of meat before I could even get the chance to use it for my own purposes. A feat which I discovered upon my return home the next night, when I saw evidence of the sampling of my large meaty friend, blatantly displayed with nary a care for discovery. The partial remains of the poor ball just sitting there on the counter. Evidence of the crime plain to see. Basically, my ball just thrown right in my face.
There was only one person who could have committed this dastardly deed. Only one person who was in the house that entire day, so it was obvious where the guilt lie . . . my au pair.
Bewildered and shocked, I chose not to address the transgression at the time, and instead went upstairs to lay down and recover. I soothed my battered soul by reminding myself that I still had some balls left. They weren’t all gone. Just the one. It would be ok.
But then . . . disaster struck again! Or should I say, my husband did. You remember him, the sunglass murderer. Well, I should have known that once he got a taste of the life of crime, that he wouldn’t stop. That he would crave a return to the dark side.
When I went to bed that night, I had 5 balls, but by the next morning, only 4 remained. When I arrived on the scene that morning, I saw evidence of the carnage. Red liquid dripping down the container in the sink showed clear evidence of his heinous crime. It was obvious that he was the culprit, since he had arrived late at home from a business trip while all others in the house were asleep. Apparently, the allure of my balls, which he had never sampled before, was just too enticing for him to resist. And with nobody to monitor his actions, including his conscience apparently, he struck a deadly blow to my balls.
It was time to put an end to this crime spree. This senseless devouring of balls. So, in no uncertain terms, I told both the au pair and my husband that my balls were off limits. “Hands off of my balls, you thieving delinquents” I exclaimed.
I can only hope that my remaining balls have survived through this day without those criminals’ greedy hands and mouths devouring them before I can get home from work and finally use them for my own purposes. But, if nothing else, I have learned a valuable lesson here. Big balls are just too damn irresistible for my family to handle. From now on, only small balls are safe to enter my home. I won’t make the same mistake again. My balls depend on it.
She's a Maineiac
May 13, 2014 @ 09:17:24
Damn, your balls DO look good. I wish I could eat some balls right now for breakfast.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:04:14
Balls are good any time of day!
JM Randolph
May 13, 2014 @ 09:19:34
That’s too much ball for me. I’m definitely a small-ball girl.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:04:38
Me too! Soul sisters. 😉
JM Randolph
May 13, 2014 @ 09:19:51
Also? You can’t trust those bastards.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:04:51
Word.
Don't Quote Lily
May 13, 2014 @ 09:36:54
Yeah, those balls look quite tasty. 😉
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:05:08
They were very tasty balls!
Megan (Best of Fates)
May 13, 2014 @ 09:42:08
HAHAHA. Man, who would have thought your balls were in such peril?!
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:05:32
I never would have guessed I had ball thieves in my midst.
Bluz
May 13, 2014 @ 10:37:29
I never thought you’d write a post about juggling balls…
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:05:46
Never say never, Bluz.
Rosie
May 13, 2014 @ 11:20:16
Welcome back! And with such a ballsy post, too! 🙂
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:06:32
Thanks! I figured I needed to go big. 😉
Ice Scream Mama
May 13, 2014 @ 12:13:23
Nice balls. How do they smell? 😉
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:06:44
Very fragrant!
Andrea @ Maybe It's Just Me
May 13, 2014 @ 13:22:41
Those balls don’t look that big to me…I demand a ruler! I shall never look at rigatoni and meatballs the same way again!
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:07:08
They were huge, believe me.
rachelocal
May 13, 2014 @ 14:10:13
Those balls look good. Glad to see you on here again. 🙂
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:07:22
They were yummy balls. And thanks! 🙂
brickhousechick
May 13, 2014 @ 19:29:20
Those ‘cojones’ look yummy! Good for you for having such big ones! 🙂
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:08:00
I like my cojones small, usually, but these were quite tasty. 😉
flyingplatypi
May 13, 2014 @ 20:04:32
Yay!!! You’re back!!!! How I missed you so!
And I think you know exactly how I feel about people touching my balls. I’ve cut a bitch for that in the past… And I’d do it again.
Hugs!
Valerie
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:08:35
I missed you more!
I would never touch your balls without permission. I value my life, thanks.
joannerambling
May 13, 2014 @ 23:46:50
Balls you say I don’t have balls, I have never had balls just saying
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:08:51
Maybe you need to get some balls! 😉
Valentine Logar
May 14, 2014 @ 11:51:28
Your balls wouldn’t have lasted the day in my house. Maybe in the future you should hide your balls.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:09:30
Balls are very popular in my house as well. You cannot hide my balls from the hungry masses!
Sam Merel
May 14, 2014 @ 13:07:10
I’m cracking up, and now considering making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:09:42
Mmmm, my favorite!
Scott Oglesby
May 15, 2014 @ 08:32:05
It’s never smart to mess with a girl’s balls, be they meatballs or Lindt white chocolate. It’s almost as if you need some sort of protective sack to carry them around, protected.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:10:07
A ball sack you say? What a novel idea. 😉
JoeinVegas
May 19, 2014 @ 12:59:30
I think you better get back to them quicker, leave anything around for long and it’s bound to be noticed.
mistyslaws
Jun 01, 2014 @ 21:10:33
Yeah, I can no longer leave my balls just hanging out there. It’s just not right.