Y’all know Alfred E. Neuman, this cute little gap-toothed guy, don’t you? Well, at least all my fellow Baby Boomers do. This is one of my favorite sweatshirts, very warm and comfy for this chilly weather, and I figured the sentiment was perfect for tonight — Me, worry? Whatever for? What could I possibly have to worry about, right?
My butt, maybe??
OK, not really worried. Because I knew I was in the best of hands, of course. But ouch. Look at all those damned implements on the left side there. And that was only some of them.
You know, everything is kind of a blur tonight. I was deeply into feeling it all, my senses heightened and razor sharp. I quickly reached a point where, every time he touched or brushed me lightly with something, I’d twitch and tremble involuntarily with anticipation.
“You’re shaking,” he said. “Are you scared?”
I was damned if I was going to admit that to him, so I mulishly kept silent.
Several swats later… “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t want to answer it!” I hollered.
“I don’t care if you want to answer it or not. When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand?”
(sigh) I knew I’d better freaking well understand. “Yes.”
After that, I was gone. I know I’m on another plain when I stop using actual words and just utter sounds.
I wish I could keep this level of relaxation with me forever. That boneless, rag-doll feeling, not a care in the world, blissfully warm and throbbing and mindless.
We watched all three parts of “Nutless” (yes, Zelle, part 3 is up! :-D) and then, on the couch, Round Two across his lap. Lots and lots and LOTS with his hand… and then: “I think you should reach over and get that slapper on the carpet.”
“You should if you know what’s good for you.”
Oy. That slapper was @#$%ing murder on my tenderized cheeks. But I suppose I would have gotten a lot more of it had I not handed it to him so quickly. I know when resistance is futile.
No worries here… but uh oh… am I crying?
Nah…… see? 🙂
Just another Magic Monday…
P.S…… Happy birthday to my buddy Wolfie!