No, I haven't forgotten I have a blog, but life has been very hectic lately. My Mom fell and broke four bones in her side and back... She is doing a bit better finally, but we are still caring for her, and I think the level of care she will need from now on is full time. Between my brothers and me, we are managing.
Lar has been laid off from his job... This is pretty stressful for him, to say the least. He's job hunting, but also trying to decide if he wants to make a career change.
I am still writing, and enjoying that. Also watching my grandkids while Chrissy takes another class since she hasn't been able to find a job in her field, either.
On the DD front, having Lar home ALL the time is not healthy for my butt. LOL The man who can't hear me answer him twelve times where something is in the kitchen, can be outside in the garage with a drill running and hear me use a certain word if I burn myself!!! Selective hearing....
Joannie
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Mom and Call Waiting
"One of us is getting a call...?"
"It's you, Mom," I told her.
"Well, I can't tell. I'm on this new phone, and I thought it might be different."
"Mom, you'd better switch over... Call me later if you want."
"Oh, okay..."
LOL We go through this every darn time we get on the telephone. Mind you, we've already been on long enough for me to balance her checking account for her and make sure her bank balance is okay... and for her to tell me what she thinks of the plans we've made for my brother's coming birthday. I'll probably get another call in a few minutes or an hour or two, depending on who called her... to tell me who it was who called and what they wanted. This is Mom. WEG And, she will have to tell me alllll about the 'new' telephone Paul put downstairs. The 'new' telephone is my 'old' telephone that wouldn't work when we moved here, and it was new, so I gave it to him for when they needed another. Mom, of course, doesn't remember that, so I will have to hear all about the 'new' phone.... Oh well, that is life. WEG
Nothing much to post on the DD front. I was reading through some of my older stuff, the Laurel and Joseph stories that are about Lar and I... and those always make me feel 'old' and 'lacking in spirit'. I talked to Lar about it, and he says he's glad I'm not the firecracker I was back then. I happen to miss those days.
Lar came up with a wise-ass comment to make at a meeting tonight, but of course, he won't say it. I told him I was going to say it for him, and he chuckled and dared me. I'm not sure that was too wise considering my present state of mind. WEG
Joannie (Mama is calling...)
"It's you, Mom," I told her.
"Well, I can't tell. I'm on this new phone, and I thought it might be different."
"Mom, you'd better switch over... Call me later if you want."
"Oh, okay..."
LOL We go through this every darn time we get on the telephone. Mind you, we've already been on long enough for me to balance her checking account for her and make sure her bank balance is okay... and for her to tell me what she thinks of the plans we've made for my brother's coming birthday. I'll probably get another call in a few minutes or an hour or two, depending on who called her... to tell me who it was who called and what they wanted. This is Mom. WEG And, she will have to tell me alllll about the 'new' telephone Paul put downstairs. The 'new' telephone is my 'old' telephone that wouldn't work when we moved here, and it was new, so I gave it to him for when they needed another. Mom, of course, doesn't remember that, so I will have to hear all about the 'new' phone.... Oh well, that is life. WEG
Nothing much to post on the DD front. I was reading through some of my older stuff, the Laurel and Joseph stories that are about Lar and I... and those always make me feel 'old' and 'lacking in spirit'. I talked to Lar about it, and he says he's glad I'm not the firecracker I was back then. I happen to miss those days.
Lar came up with a wise-ass comment to make at a meeting tonight, but of course, he won't say it. I told him I was going to say it for him, and he chuckled and dared me. I'm not sure that was too wise considering my present state of mind. WEG
Joannie (Mama is calling...)
Monday, March 09, 2009
My Dad
The 'One and only W. O.' would have been 92 years old today. Hard to imagine. I learned many things from him... fairness, a good work ethic, sticking with something until you finished. My love of books came from him although he didn't make it past the fifth grade in school. Life wasn't easy for him... He was the youngest in a large family of steps, halfs, and full brothers and sisters... It was a second marriage for both his parents, and his eldest brother was 25 when Dad was born, his eldest sister, 21. Both his parents were deceased when he was a child, and he was left on his own at the age of 14. He had a hard childhood, and his young adulthood was terrible, too. He served in WWII, and lost his hearing. Still, he carried on, and did the best he could to support his family and teach us values. We lost him at a ridiculously young age of 69, and he was younger than I am now when he had a heart attack that left him a semi-invalid for the rest of his life. He had to learn patience then. For someone who'd worked hard all of his life, it was hard to live in his recliner. It wasn't until then that I learned he loved to read. I went to the library for him every week and checked out book after book. He loved mysteries and westerns, and he wanted to discuss them all with me. They were mostly books I had already read, and I enjoyed those talks. My daughter was only five years old when we lost Dad, but I am sure he would love his great-grandkids if he could see them today. :-)
Joannie
Joannie
Friday, February 20, 2009
Hair
Hair... I do not have what I consider 'pretty' or 'nice' hair. It used to be thick, but it is getting very thin on top, just like Mama's, and her Mama's and Aunt Jessie's. All the women in my family go through this... and trust me, it's not a big deal. I worked in a hair salon for thirty years, and know for a fact that most women are not satisfied with their hair. Some hate the color they were born with. If someone has straight hair, they wish it was curly. If they have curly hair, they want it straight. If it is thick, they hate it... If it is thin, they hate it. LOLOLOL To this day when I look in a mirror I am shocked to realize I have red hair and fair coloring. I took after my Daddy instead of my Mama, who had black hair and a darker complexion. Mom could, and still can, bless her, go outside on sunny days and not ever have to worry about a sunburn. I am like my Dad... Going outside without sunBLOCK is an invitation to burn. And freckles... Oh my... Lar even tells me I have freckles on my butt! How embarrassing! I have them everywhere else, though, so if I didn't have them on my butt I would be shocked... lol So, human nature, none of us is happy with our hair all of the time. I do appreciate mine when it is freshly cut and permed. I have the straightest hair imaginable... and of course, I like curly hair. I also keep my hair short because I look TERRIBLE in longer hair. Lar loves long hair, and I have tried to grow my thin strands out for him, but look haggard when I do, and then I twist it up and keep it up all the time... so why bother? lol He is resigned. Our daughter has gorgeous blonde/red/brown streaked hair. She is 27 years old now, and when she wears her hair long, like now, she appears to be 15... and she gets mean, disapproving looks from strangers when she is out with her children... lol She colors her hair because she dislikes the blonde/red/brown mix she was born with and other women pay dollars to have highlighted that way. I think she makes a beautiful redhead....
So, why all the hair talk...? I must go and get something done with my hair. The meds I am on do not always agree with perm solution, and one of these days, my hair will probably just break off, shocking the hell out of the poor little girl I have do my hair these days. I'll just shrug and laugh and go buy a wig... Not a big deal to me, and at least I can style my own wig and not have to go and have it done... like I do my hair. lol
I filled out a questionaire lately that asked, "Have you ever shaved your head?" I answered 'yes', and it amazed me that no one commented on that. On a dare from my husband, I colored my hair black. Once I proved my point... and yes, I DID prove that particular point, much to his shock and enjoyment, I promptly shaved off my black tresses so my natural red could grow in, and I wore a wig in my natural color for a couple of months. No one even knew, except Lar... and it was a fun secret to share. LOLOLOL It was pre DD days, but I think I did get a few very sexy spanks for cutting it all off, however.
On the DD front. Lar called from work yesterday. "How are you?"
"Not so good. My throat is all sore and scratchy. I can't breathe, I'm sneezing and coughing, and I have a headache." I clearly wanted sympathy.
"I have the cure for that."
"You do?"
"Yes, a good caning."
I laughed a bit.
"You really do have a caning coming to you..."
"I do?" in a squeaky voice.
"You do." Phone ringing in background. "Got to go and get that. Bye now. See you tonight. Be ready to bend over."
Alllll day I kept racking my brain. What did I do? Was the man joking or serious? With Lar it is sometimes very hard to tell... especially over the telephone when I can't see his eyes.
Fast forward a few hours. "Why did you say I have a caning coming?"
"I was joking... at first... but you do have a punishment coming."
"Really? What did I do, honey?" I was serious. I honestly didn't know.
"You aren't drinking enough water, and I know about your candy drawer. I haven't said much, but you're starting to eat too much of it... and the kids haven't been here to help you. No more buying candy for a while until you get this under control again..."
So, he knows about my secret stash and is monitoring it. Okay... There was no spanking last night because I wasn't up to it with this cold... but there will be this weekend, I am sure. Probably today... Ouch... And, he was right. I did hit that drawer hard one day.... I know better, but sometimes I just crave the darn stuff. He always catches me, too. Now I have to find a new place to hide the good stuff. Days and weeks can go by and I won't touch it... but once in a while, you just have to have candy or life isn't worth living.
Sooooooooooo.... to the salon I go... and to pick up the new laotop my brother ordered for me. My old one has done well by me, and I am sorry to retire her. She is missing half her keys, thanks to 'baby' Renee, and I have used a regular keyboard with her for the last couple of years. She's had two new keyboards while under warranty... and it saddens me to put 'storyteller' away, but she's earned her retirement. I've written countless chapters of at least 80 books on this little laptop, and I am going to miss her. In some ways, no... in many ways, it is like closing a chapter of my life...
love to all,
Joannie
So, why all the hair talk...? I must go and get something done with my hair. The meds I am on do not always agree with perm solution, and one of these days, my hair will probably just break off, shocking the hell out of the poor little girl I have do my hair these days. I'll just shrug and laugh and go buy a wig... Not a big deal to me, and at least I can style my own wig and not have to go and have it done... like I do my hair. lol
I filled out a questionaire lately that asked, "Have you ever shaved your head?" I answered 'yes', and it amazed me that no one commented on that. On a dare from my husband, I colored my hair black. Once I proved my point... and yes, I DID prove that particular point, much to his shock and enjoyment, I promptly shaved off my black tresses so my natural red could grow in, and I wore a wig in my natural color for a couple of months. No one even knew, except Lar... and it was a fun secret to share. LOLOLOL It was pre DD days, but I think I did get a few very sexy spanks for cutting it all off, however.
On the DD front. Lar called from work yesterday. "How are you?"
"Not so good. My throat is all sore and scratchy. I can't breathe, I'm sneezing and coughing, and I have a headache." I clearly wanted sympathy.
"I have the cure for that."
"You do?"
"Yes, a good caning."
I laughed a bit.
"You really do have a caning coming to you..."
"I do?" in a squeaky voice.
"You do." Phone ringing in background. "Got to go and get that. Bye now. See you tonight. Be ready to bend over."
Alllll day I kept racking my brain. What did I do? Was the man joking or serious? With Lar it is sometimes very hard to tell... especially over the telephone when I can't see his eyes.
Fast forward a few hours. "Why did you say I have a caning coming?"
"I was joking... at first... but you do have a punishment coming."
"Really? What did I do, honey?" I was serious. I honestly didn't know.
"You aren't drinking enough water, and I know about your candy drawer. I haven't said much, but you're starting to eat too much of it... and the kids haven't been here to help you. No more buying candy for a while until you get this under control again..."
So, he knows about my secret stash and is monitoring it. Okay... There was no spanking last night because I wasn't up to it with this cold... but there will be this weekend, I am sure. Probably today... Ouch... And, he was right. I did hit that drawer hard one day.... I know better, but sometimes I just crave the darn stuff. He always catches me, too. Now I have to find a new place to hide the good stuff. Days and weeks can go by and I won't touch it... but once in a while, you just have to have candy or life isn't worth living.
Sooooooooooo.... to the salon I go... and to pick up the new laotop my brother ordered for me. My old one has done well by me, and I am sorry to retire her. She is missing half her keys, thanks to 'baby' Renee, and I have used a regular keyboard with her for the last couple of years. She's had two new keyboards while under warranty... and it saddens me to put 'storyteller' away, but she's earned her retirement. I've written countless chapters of at least 80 books on this little laptop, and I am going to miss her. In some ways, no... in many ways, it is like closing a chapter of my life...
love to all,
Joannie
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Mom Memory
This morning I had the television on, and Regis was talking about the Empire State Building, and showing some pics, and talking in general about working there as a kid.... His story made me recall one of my proudest memories of my Nick...
My brother Paul and I were visiting New York. Paul was attending a special convention that year, and was receiving an award. He asked me to accompany him, and I said 'yes', not about to turn down an opportunity to go and visit my son, who lived there at the time. It was the July after 9/11... Paul had never been to New York, and he wanted to see the Empire State Building, and go to the top (well, as far as tourists are permitted to go...) Nick acted as our guide, and we were looking out over the city, and Nick was pointing out various things he thought Paul might be interested in. I'd noticed a family who appeared to be from the Middle East, and I'd noticed that some people were not treating them very well... There was a husband, wife, and two small boys, probably in the early years of grade school. The youngest of the boys must have heard Nick talking, and realized that he 'knew' about New York. He grabbed Nick's hand and said, "Will you show me where the Twin Towers were?" My son is a polite young man, and he loves kids. He said, "The Twin Towers were on the other side, not here." The little guy was insistant, "Come, show me," he tugged on Nick's hand. Well, I was worried because I didn't want Nick walking off with someone's child, but I didn't need to worry. Nick said, "I can't take you away from your family. You need to ask permission before you walk off with a stranger." The child was probably 7 or 8 years old, but he trusted Nick. By then the Mom realized her child was talking to a stranger, and she came closer to deal with the situation, and that alerted the father. Nick explained the situation, and the Father was shocked that his child wanted to walk off with someone alone, and Nick offered to take ALL of them and show them. So, he told Paul and I to stay where we were (It was crowded up there...), and off he went to be tour guide. Like I said, some people were acting as though THIS family was responsible for the attack on the Towers... The entire family was born in this country... and it was THEIR country that was attacked. I was proud of my Nick for being the good person he is, and for taking the time to be nice to the family. They appreciated his kindness so much, and I was very proud that day. So was his Uncle. He ended up being away from us for a while, because once a few other tourists realized he was a New Yorker, they wanted 'help', too. LOL I never hear the Empire State Building mentioned that I don't relive that afternoon and get to be proud Mama all over again. Such a small thing, but life is made up of these small, wonderful moments that we can take out and savor over and over again.
That's about all for today... Just wanted to share...
We have a meeting to go to tonight. I asked Lar if I could skip it. He said 'no'... gave me THE look. I warned him that I might not survive... He'll probably spank BEFORE we go. I don't know why I hate sitting through meetings so much, but I do. I would scribble away in a notebook, except two other people sit on either side of me, and I don't let anyone read what I write as I write. I don't share my pen names in my day to day life, and when I do see someone holding one of my books and reading it... that has happened twice fairly recently.... I don't say a word to them about writing it. I value my privacy.... So, anyway, I am in for an extremely boring evening... and if Lar doesn't spank first, I'll probably do something to get into trouble... WEG Even worse... Lar's proper title at these meetings is 'worthy master'. I refuse to call him that when I have to address him to give a report... he is insisting that I do. It is becoming an 'issue'. It makes me uncomfortable, because I don't associate the word with 'president', as it is meant.... I put it on the master/slave connotation... and it's almost as bad as addressing him as 'sir', which is something that would set us both giggling... I know it is meant as a term of respect, and some couples practice this all the time. It's just NOT Lar and I. He hates being called 'sir' or Mr. K. I don't like to be called Mrs... I prefer my name, always, and so does my Lar. When I worked at the high school, the kids picked up real quick that I hated the 'mrs.' thing... and they nicknamed me Mrs. K. Much better than my whole name. I am proud to be married to Lar and share his name, but I'm not his property. We are just us... How's that for a mish-mash of silly for the day??? LOL Wouldn't a sincere, "Yes, honey," when he is scolding be better than a 'Yes, sir' that makes us both cringe??? WEG I really do NOT want to go tonight....
Joannie
My brother Paul and I were visiting New York. Paul was attending a special convention that year, and was receiving an award. He asked me to accompany him, and I said 'yes', not about to turn down an opportunity to go and visit my son, who lived there at the time. It was the July after 9/11... Paul had never been to New York, and he wanted to see the Empire State Building, and go to the top (well, as far as tourists are permitted to go...) Nick acted as our guide, and we were looking out over the city, and Nick was pointing out various things he thought Paul might be interested in. I'd noticed a family who appeared to be from the Middle East, and I'd noticed that some people were not treating them very well... There was a husband, wife, and two small boys, probably in the early years of grade school. The youngest of the boys must have heard Nick talking, and realized that he 'knew' about New York. He grabbed Nick's hand and said, "Will you show me where the Twin Towers were?" My son is a polite young man, and he loves kids. He said, "The Twin Towers were on the other side, not here." The little guy was insistant, "Come, show me," he tugged on Nick's hand. Well, I was worried because I didn't want Nick walking off with someone's child, but I didn't need to worry. Nick said, "I can't take you away from your family. You need to ask permission before you walk off with a stranger." The child was probably 7 or 8 years old, but he trusted Nick. By then the Mom realized her child was talking to a stranger, and she came closer to deal with the situation, and that alerted the father. Nick explained the situation, and the Father was shocked that his child wanted to walk off with someone alone, and Nick offered to take ALL of them and show them. So, he told Paul and I to stay where we were (It was crowded up there...), and off he went to be tour guide. Like I said, some people were acting as though THIS family was responsible for the attack on the Towers... The entire family was born in this country... and it was THEIR country that was attacked. I was proud of my Nick for being the good person he is, and for taking the time to be nice to the family. They appreciated his kindness so much, and I was very proud that day. So was his Uncle. He ended up being away from us for a while, because once a few other tourists realized he was a New Yorker, they wanted 'help', too. LOL I never hear the Empire State Building mentioned that I don't relive that afternoon and get to be proud Mama all over again. Such a small thing, but life is made up of these small, wonderful moments that we can take out and savor over and over again.
That's about all for today... Just wanted to share...
We have a meeting to go to tonight. I asked Lar if I could skip it. He said 'no'... gave me THE look. I warned him that I might not survive... He'll probably spank BEFORE we go. I don't know why I hate sitting through meetings so much, but I do. I would scribble away in a notebook, except two other people sit on either side of me, and I don't let anyone read what I write as I write. I don't share my pen names in my day to day life, and when I do see someone holding one of my books and reading it... that has happened twice fairly recently.... I don't say a word to them about writing it. I value my privacy.... So, anyway, I am in for an extremely boring evening... and if Lar doesn't spank first, I'll probably do something to get into trouble... WEG Even worse... Lar's proper title at these meetings is 'worthy master'. I refuse to call him that when I have to address him to give a report... he is insisting that I do. It is becoming an 'issue'. It makes me uncomfortable, because I don't associate the word with 'president', as it is meant.... I put it on the master/slave connotation... and it's almost as bad as addressing him as 'sir', which is something that would set us both giggling... I know it is meant as a term of respect, and some couples practice this all the time. It's just NOT Lar and I. He hates being called 'sir' or Mr. K. I don't like to be called Mrs... I prefer my name, always, and so does my Lar. When I worked at the high school, the kids picked up real quick that I hated the 'mrs.' thing... and they nicknamed me Mrs. K. Much better than my whole name. I am proud to be married to Lar and share his name, but I'm not his property. We are just us... How's that for a mish-mash of silly for the day??? LOL Wouldn't a sincere, "Yes, honey," when he is scolding be better than a 'Yes, sir' that makes us both cringe??? WEG I really do NOT want to go tonight....
Joannie
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentines' Day
Happy Valentines' Day to you all. Life has been busy lately... I've been totally immersed in my writing, trying to get caught up, and keeping up with deadlines. I feel so fortunate to be able to do what I love doing so much...
I have a ton of emails that need answering... again. And, I have taxes to do. Didn't I just do them last week??? LOL Man, I hate filling out all those forms, although I have to admit that Turbo Tax has made it a lot easier. I just don't like messing with numbers. I'd rather be writing... AND, Lar always hovers close by, trying to be helpful, which doesn't help at all. LOL It just earns me a spanking every year because I yell at the computer. I hate gathering all the papers I need, I hate trying to figure out the new changes in tax laws from year to year... but EVEN more than hating all of the above, I HATE going elsewhere and paying someone to do something I can do myself. Now, if you are a tax preparer, don't yell at me. Besides, shouldn't you be working on someone's taxes instead of reading THIS??? I bet you hate your job! Right? It's okay to be honest. I won't tell. WEG
On the DD front... I do try to control my temper these days, but when I do lose it, it's not good. I've struggled with this for years... and no matter what or who made me mad, I took it out on everyone around me. Just like a keg of dynamite... I blasted and didn't give a damn who got in the way of the explosion. I think the older I get the more I have learned how much my explosions hurt 'innocent' people... and I try harder to control ME. I'm not always successful, but I did handle my latest 'better'. I didn't take it out on Lar, and instead of pushing HIS buttons to earn a spanking to give me relief... I simply told him how I was feeling and asked for some help. It took two serious spankings on the same day to make me calm again, and a sore bottom that lasted several days, but at least I didn't EARN them... I asked for his help and received it. MUCH MUCH better. Not to mention that Lar is a lot more sensitive to my temper these days and just doesn't permit it to cause a rift like it used to.
Several things in the news lately have caught my attention. First of all, what a miracle Captain Sully and crew pulled off... especially in light of the air tragedies that have occured since. God bless all of those passengers and crew members from all those flights. My heart just goes out to them.
I am also very angry and embarrassed by our Congressman right now! I'm sick of turning on the news and watching him blast our new President before he even has a chance to make changes... I will be writing to him and telling him how very disappointed I am. I wish all of you would take the time to write to your representatives and tell them what you think right now. We all need to take a more active part in our country right now...
I hope you all have a lovely Valentine's Day.
Joannie
I have a ton of emails that need answering... again. And, I have taxes to do. Didn't I just do them last week??? LOL Man, I hate filling out all those forms, although I have to admit that Turbo Tax has made it a lot easier. I just don't like messing with numbers. I'd rather be writing... AND, Lar always hovers close by, trying to be helpful, which doesn't help at all. LOL It just earns me a spanking every year because I yell at the computer. I hate gathering all the papers I need, I hate trying to figure out the new changes in tax laws from year to year... but EVEN more than hating all of the above, I HATE going elsewhere and paying someone to do something I can do myself. Now, if you are a tax preparer, don't yell at me. Besides, shouldn't you be working on someone's taxes instead of reading THIS??? I bet you hate your job! Right? It's okay to be honest. I won't tell. WEG
On the DD front... I do try to control my temper these days, but when I do lose it, it's not good. I've struggled with this for years... and no matter what or who made me mad, I took it out on everyone around me. Just like a keg of dynamite... I blasted and didn't give a damn who got in the way of the explosion. I think the older I get the more I have learned how much my explosions hurt 'innocent' people... and I try harder to control ME. I'm not always successful, but I did handle my latest 'better'. I didn't take it out on Lar, and instead of pushing HIS buttons to earn a spanking to give me relief... I simply told him how I was feeling and asked for some help. It took two serious spankings on the same day to make me calm again, and a sore bottom that lasted several days, but at least I didn't EARN them... I asked for his help and received it. MUCH MUCH better. Not to mention that Lar is a lot more sensitive to my temper these days and just doesn't permit it to cause a rift like it used to.
Several things in the news lately have caught my attention. First of all, what a miracle Captain Sully and crew pulled off... especially in light of the air tragedies that have occured since. God bless all of those passengers and crew members from all those flights. My heart just goes out to them.
I am also very angry and embarrassed by our Congressman right now! I'm sick of turning on the news and watching him blast our new President before he even has a chance to make changes... I will be writing to him and telling him how very disappointed I am. I wish all of you would take the time to write to your representatives and tell them what you think right now. We all need to take a more active part in our country right now...
I hope you all have a lovely Valentine's Day.
Joannie
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Nice, GOOD Kids
We had/are having snow today. First bigger snow of the season. I considered going outside to shovel out the driveway for Lar, and just as quickly knew better.... My back wouldn't forgive me, and Lar would be upset. There was a loud knock on the door, followed by frantic doorbell ringing. I went to answer, my mind thinking... It might be the neighbor child getting home early and Mom out somewhere not realizing we have early dismissal. No, it was a couple of young teen boys, "May we shovel your driveway?" I didn't have any cash... and explained that to them... "Oh, we don't want any money. We're just shoveling out driveways for everyone because we want to!" Those two boys, and about four other boys and girls, went up and down our street, clearing out driveways and sidewalks this afternoon, having a great time doing so. THOSE are the kind of kids we have on this street... I am pretty impressed.
Now for the DD element... Larry arriving home... Inside the house, big frown on his face, and his dark eyes were not happy.
"Oh, did you have trouble driving home?" I asked him.
"It was rough, slow going, but no trouble." Still frowning.
"What's wrong, honey?" I know that look.
"Did you shovel that driveway, JoANN?"
"Oh no.... The kids did..." and I told him about the kids shoveling for everyone..
"Good for those kids... and you are lucky YOU didn't do it. I was going to spank you good." A bit more scolding, and now he is out salting the driveway... LOLOLOLOL Sometimes it just feels good to listen to that little voice that warns you NOT to do something.
Joannie
Now for the DD element... Larry arriving home... Inside the house, big frown on his face, and his dark eyes were not happy.
"Oh, did you have trouble driving home?" I asked him.
"It was rough, slow going, but no trouble." Still frowning.
"What's wrong, honey?" I know that look.
"Did you shovel that driveway, JoANN?"
"Oh no.... The kids did..." and I told him about the kids shoveling for everyone..
"Good for those kids... and you are lucky YOU didn't do it. I was going to spank you good." A bit more scolding, and now he is out salting the driveway... LOLOLOLOL Sometimes it just feels good to listen to that little voice that warns you NOT to do something.
Joannie
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