A very special month in our house - the month of much chocolate and lovin' and special treats and surprises and sweet spankings! (Also sweet mischief.)
I like to be awake before the giant squid opens his eyes on the first day of this month. I think I was... but I'm not sure. I climbed on top of him and placed butterfly kisses on his cheeks to wake him up but as I did this, I spied a humonguous heart-shaped box of chocolate turtles on the chair by the side of the bed. Turtles! The hell with the kisses! I know my priorities and jumped out of bed to get some of those.
Just as I was tearing into the box, an arm came out of nowhere! Snaked around my waist and grabbed me! Pulled me back to a very large chest and squeezed! Just so you know... when one is being squished to smithereens, it is not easy to open a box of chocolate turtles and try to breathe at the same time.
~ sigh ~ He got those kisses and more I won't disclose... I think I heard the band tuning up in the closet... and I finally got to stuff my face with chocolate turtles interspersed with chocolate kisses. Unfortunately, he expected me to share the turtles, too!
SWAT!
Tsk.
The snow melted but Mother Nature decided to give us more and it's a winter wonderland in the yard. I mentioned that it would be nice to bundle up and take a brisk walk in the snow...
"You can go out on one condition," the chocolate turtle thief said without blinking an eye.
"I'm listening!" I replied with great enthusiasm. I adore being out in the snow.
"When I toast your tush and it's so hot you can't stand still, I'll drop your bottom into a snow bank till you cool off. Then you're coming back into the house until summer time."
Tsk! I stopped listening. ...And did I mention he's a Neanderthal?
(My friends tell me I'm giving Neanderthals a bad name.)
SWAT!
Tsk.
Cowboy decided to do his workout before breakfast - he continues to sign up for physical fitness trials and exercises every day. But it's February... so after he got down on the exercise mat and started his pushups I decided to supervise... I like to sit on his back when he does pushups. It's easier to supervise from that position. He grumbles and mutters but he does that in Italian so my ears are spared the barbaric expressions. This time however...
I stood in front of him while he did pushups. Slowly but surely, I stooped until I could sit in front of him, then... stuck my legs out until they were under his chest, then... scooted all the way under him so that my belly was about even with his face as he lowered his body in the pushup.
Of course I was wearing my birthday suit...
Aha! I DID hear the band tune up... and up... and... so we begin the month of February on ummm... a high note. (wink)
~Sar~
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4 comments:
Thrilled to hear you're feeling so much better Sar!!! It sounds like the band was on break for way too long... time for them to start playing again most definately!!!
Did you get a chance to build your snow village before it melted??
Drats!!! the last comment was from ME!!!
~Terri
Sar, dear girl, you are so beautifully wicked, in the nicest possible way.
It is a delight to see you back to your usual form.
It seems as if your personal orchastra will be having plenty of practive in this loving month, and no shortage of sweet spankings either, I can understand why you love them, my Mel did also.
Stay well dear girl.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul. aka (zealous voyeur)
Sar honey, I love to see you coming back to full health. I hope Cowboy is ready for your renewed energy. And what possible harm could come from a short, brisk walk in the snow?
I am so glad the lovely music is back in your life!
Love,
Cassie
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