My friends used to call my wife “Taz”. At all of 4’10” she used to give them serious abuse when they got her wound up...which they used to do on purpose... Which they usually regretted.
My friends were 6’ 250 pound plus Adirondack lumberjacks.
I feel your pain. In fact, I still feel a lot of pain 20 years later from helping them do it. And I can say all kidding aside, In my seriously misspent youth, I never got hit as hard by any man as hard that little tazmainian devil clocked me ;)
Too funny.
My inlaws do the same thing with my ginger offspring. And leave me to deal with the pain.
They’ll get theirs one day...
Hubby was legendary. His mom was at the school at least once a week for ‘fighting’. I’ve seen him take on 3 or 4 in a bar brawl. And win.
Aw, God love ya!
My ol' pa lived about as rough and gutsy a life (commercial fishing) as there is. Fear takes a back seat most of the time with those kinds of guys. Thank God it does in all brave men. But my mom ... he loved my mom fer sher, but she was the only thing I can think of that scared him!