I’d like to point out that the title refers to only the metaphorical biting of asses, not the literal sinking of teeth into tushes.
I’d like to point that out; but the embarrassing truth is that bum-biting was a ‘thing’ when I went to university. For some reason, both the biters and the bitees found the whole exercise hilarious.
It was actually harder than you might think. (It was also more difficult.) Back in the old days, the average university-student butt cheeks were young and firm; and tight jeans were in style then. It was tough to sink your teeth into the subject without said teeth slipping off and snapping together hard enough to rattle the remnants of brain bobbing around in a beer-infused cranium.
I had forgotten about the bum-biting fad until this week, when I commented on Jono’s blog and he reminded me that gloating invariably comes around to bite you in the ass.
How right he was.
Only a few short weeks ago, I posted photos of my flowers all happily pretending it was spring. I tried not to gloat over our warm and beautiful weather, but a tiny gloat (would that be ‘gloatlet’?) just might have slipped through.
I should have bent over and assumed the position right then and there.
Yep, my gloatlet just jumped up and bit me in the ass. It didn’t have to jump very high, since it was standing on the 18″ of snow we’ve gotten. And there’s more in the forecast.
Vancouver Island has basically shut down – schools and a lot of businesses have been closed since Monday, and we’ve hunkered down to wait it out since snowplows are few and far between here. The temperature is hovering around freezing and our power has stayed on (miracle of miracles) so the snow is really only an inconvenience; but it’s also a bit embarrassing after my overly-optimistic ‘It’s Spring!’ post.
But that’s okay. It’s still not as embarrassing as admitting that I might (or might not; I’m just sayin’) have bitten one or more person(s) on the buttock(s) in the far-distant past. That was long before cell phones with cameras, so there’s no actual evidence and I may or may not deny the whole thing.
But I can’t deny this:
The snow is beautiful and it probably won’t stay long (I hope), but that’s okay — go ahead and laugh. I set myself up for it, after all.
Just remember the dangers of gloating, and don’t forget to cover your ass. 😉
Book 14 update: It’s lean and mean and 11,000 words lighter after the latest round of edits! I had to sacrifice a few good scenes, but they’re safely tucked into my files for future use. And we have a title: “Friends In Spy Places”. Stay tuned for a cover reveal!