A thinly veiled joke

Me: Do you have any idea how long I have been up? I went to bed at 10:30 and woke up at 1:30 with indigestion (too much shrimp and baked potato). I have been up every since reading old posts on my [other blog]. Now the sun is starting to come up. I better hurry up and go back to bed before that thing is out in full force! Good night.

D: It sounds like you needed a wild Saturday night, and your dining options provided it! Well, as wild as it gets for you. I'm surprised you didn't have your friend Margarita there since you can always go for one, lol. Well, you will have a slow Sunday now, with lots of naps, so enjoy and relax. Wish I could be there.

Me: "I'm surprised you didn't have your friend Margarita there since you can always go for one, lol." Is that an attempt to veil your fears or disapproval in a joke? Honest question.

D: It was a cheap shot veiled in a joke that I shouldn't have taken, and I apologize. I wasn't thinking when I said it, but I guess I was still thinking of your blog comment. I know you don't drink often, but I guess I have a bit of a problem with any drinking, and I need to get over it because it's not a big deal.

Me: Thanks for being honest. I really appreciate that. Apology accepted! To me drinking is fine (even Jesus turned water into wine) as long as it's done in moderation. To describe my drinking habits as moderate would be an understatement. I've never been drunk before and I can count the number of drinks I've had this year on two fingers -- and one of those drinks was with you.

D: Which is why your statement caught me by surprise, and why I'm still struggling a little bit with it. Next to "I can always go for an orgy," it was the last thing I ever expected you to say.

Me: You just haven't gotten a chance to see me in an environment where I drink. The more time you spend around me you'll learn that, when I can afford it, I like to have a Margarita when I go to Mexican restaurants and when I'm at a club (which is rare) I'll have a Cosmopolitan or a Smirnoff Ice.

A text exchange later that day.

Me: Have a good day at work boo. Mommy loves you!

D: Daddy loves Mommy too. And Daddy apologizes again for being a dope.

Me: Will Daddy please stop beating himself up. You've already apologized once and Mommy hasn't given it a second thought.

D: You know beating myself up is my favorite pastime. I'll try to stop.

Me: Mommy prefers to think about you beating on Mr. Happy until you spray your warm cum all over her tits. Mmm, Mommy may have to stick her hand down her panties.

D: Bad Mommy. Very naughty Mommy.