…one strand at a time.
My life is so frikking CRAZY. Or maybe it’s just my kids MAKING me crazy.
(that should be a calming yoga breath. In. Out. In. Out. But right now? It more closely resembles hyperventilation. Just sayin’….)
Today, (Tuesday as I write this and 11 pm…hey, didn’t I say I wasn’t gonna do this anymore???) I had two things on my agenda. Okay, three. Four tops.
1. finish putting together the renovated room (hanging pictures, primarily)
check. That’s done.
it was a COLD day here in New England..it’s 55 just now, and my fans are off and next week is the 4th of July and last week it was almost 100 in my room (and outside) CRAZY!!!
but no, the ironing didn’t happen, either.
nope. pleasant surprise here…with number 2 son away at camp this week, the laundry hasn’t needed to be done every damned day (He is such a Beau Brummell!)
What did happen was a LOT…and I mean a LOT of squabbling with the two youngers. The house is back together, basically…but things are in different places, the room looks totally different from before and I’m getting ready to jump into the next room…
There was poking.
And that was just me.
heh. Just kidding.
Seriously, they were off the frikking wall today. Some days are like that…but when they happen, I really can’t do much of anything but supervise them closely.
Tomorrow is going to be a busy day, with a trek into Beantown in the late afternoon (oh joy) (NOT). And errands, and and and…
boring vanilla shit.
If this isn’t the saddest excuse for a sex blog post, I don’t know what is.
I had a delightful conversation with Master Monday night, and we played a guessing game, and I wheedled an extra guess out of him…and won an Orgasm!
Of course He had to put his own sadistic stamp on it, with my clamps (which haven’t seen much action of late) and the chain in my mouth, and the vibe on high on my clit and all that good stuff…
All lead to a ginormous orgasm…
And I slept so wonderfully hard…it was wonderful.
And now, if I don’t get my ass in bed, I’m going to screw up my Tuesday orgasm…and that would suck giant turkey vulture balls.
(isn’t that a pretty picture? ewww. )
Okay, that’s gross. How about this picture instead?
Yeah…now *that’s* a sex blog post!