I can’t believe my birthday month is almost over again. It feels like I was just writing about turning 40. I’m not one to get weird over age but I have to admit, I’m sad to see 40 come to an end. Not because of the number or because I’m getting older but because 40… Continue reading Reflections of Forty
Sir is sick. Like REALLY sick. Last night when it was bed time He brought the laptop with Him so He could watch Netflix while I slept. I remember drifting in and out of sleep while He watched His movie. I don’t remember any details now but I know I was having weird dreams. I… Continue reading A Drifting Thought
I couldn’t possibly do anything dumber than what I did today. Let me begin by reminding you that I’m a big girl. I’m working on it. But I’m a big girl. This morning Sir woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Not happy. At all. He was taking me to work today and… Continue reading Dumb Cunt 2
Tonight was stressful. It’s Maintenance Monday and since we haven’t really been doing it the last couple weeks I didn’t think much of it today. I came right in the front door (as opposed to the garage door like a slave is supposed to) and straight into the living room (as opposed to the bedroom… Continue reading Bad Slut!
…for Him to wake up, for Him to get out of the shower, for Him to come to breakfast, for Him to leave for work. I wait to hear from Him all day because that one little text message in the middle of the day offers this huge spark of encouragement (whether intended or not).… Continue reading And so I wait…
Do you ever feel like putting a worm on a piece of paper and circling it with big red sharpie? The past week has been like that for me. There has been so much going on and so much I’m responsible for, I have felt the desperate need to have that all taken away and… Continue reading The Secretary
It was 1 year ago yesterday that I met Sir. It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. I’m still just as head over heels crazy for Him as I was a year ago. My heart still skips a beat when I first see Him after work. I’m still smitten. In my experience, after being… Continue reading 1 Year Later