Been a very busy weekend in nilla-ville. They kept sayin’ maybe rain, maybe thunderstorms up here, but never did they materialize…which meant that  a ton of yard and garden work was tackled this weekend.

My back is sore, kinda achy. I have dirt under my toe nails, under my fingernails. I’ve got scrapes and bruises from sticks poking up in the field where our community garden lies, all from gardening. Who knew that planting tomatoes would be an outdoor D/s activity courtesy of Mom Nature? 🙂

And there are pumpkins, and soon, basil and hot peppers, and Indian corn. There was no room in the car this trip to do the last few things…but I got my tomatoes in. I planted the seeds in the house  in March and a second set in early April…and we’ll see. Did less plants than last year, only 13.

Saw Master for 90 minutes Sunday morning. That always lifts my spirits, even though it’s not a “play date”…it’s time to connect and touch and be silly together. And heart wars…of course. (this time? He got me! Hid one in my armpit when He was ticking me. . . funny Man!)

And…I’m on a diet.  I even hate saying it, let alone type it.  But …it needed to happen. Master is overseeing it…He’s said He’s let it go long enough…He loves me no matter my size or shape…and loves playing with all my soft and tender bits…but it was a concern for my health.  So here we go. So far, so good. Good food, whole foods. Lots of good healthy stuff that I’ve been avoiding for a while.

NO more ice cream every night…(yes, that was a not-so-muffled sob in there!)…but I may have one treat a week, and if I get clearance FIRST, and have been good, I *could* earn ice cream. Or a Starbucks vanilla bean frappachino.

Family obligations continue to pile up…but I am hoping for some time to write. I had a wicked idea for a story while driving home from Maine …just about rubbing my hands together in glee over it.

Thanks for reading. For coming back to drivel. For coming back hoping for some GOOD stuff and not all this vanilla-snizzle.  More sexy stuff coming soon.