Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

Ruminations, opinionated observations, darkly humorous blathering and the occasional rant from an outspoken spanko and unapologetic attention wh–, um, hog.

Finally Friday

I’m glad it’s Friday. I thought I’d feel more excited today, but at the moment, I’m simply wrung out. It’s so @#$%ing hot and muggy here, and my building’s A/C, which has held up like a trouper the past few hot weeks, seems to be having one of its fits today; the air coming out of the vents is sort of warmish, and the temperature is slowly climbing. Fortunately, I get to leave in a couple of hours. By the time I come home Sunday, it should be fixed.

It’s been a couple of horrendous weeks for John, with work. Without going into excruciating detail, he has a tough job on the best of days, and lately, he’s been in transition between two departments (which means he’s been doing the work of both). In the last two weeks, he was involved with a dreadful pipe inspection, where he had to be the bad guy, reporting poor conditions and fighting with the contractors for the proper improvements. He shouldn’t have even been there, considering this was for his former department, but one supervisor insisted he do it. He’s been stressed to the max, worked insane hours, and this week, he tweaked his back and caught a cold to boot. But he kept persevering.

This morning, his old boss told him, “You’re off the project; you never should have been on it in the first place. Your presence isn’t welcome, it’s disruptive.” Nice! After all that work. Fortunately, his new boss met with him and told him just the opposite, so that helped. Now it’s over. He’s off the project, and I couldn’t care less if that damned pipeline explodes. It’s not his concern anymore. So, my poor exhausted sick man is dragging himself home this afternoon.

I don’t think the birthday weekend is going to be very festive, what with John being half-dead at this point. But you know what? I don’t care. All I want this weekend is John, all to myself. Not having to share him with his work or with his family. Anything else is gravy. I’ve been so worried about him, and all I want to do is hold him close.

He said he has special surprises for me; I’m sure they are lovely, but like I said, at this point, I just want him. I do have a special surprise for him, however; I bought new lingerie. πŸ™‚ When he was working last weekend, I indulged in a little retail therapy (and hey, it was all on sale).

So we’re going to one of our favorite restaurants tomorrow night, followed by the bakery/cafe I love, with that famous German chocolate cake (hope they’ll have some available!). And then Monday, Mr. D returns. I do believe, once I get out of this hotbox and leave it behind for the weekend, some excitement will kick in.

Even though I feel like every single fucking minute of my advanced age this afternoon, I’m going to fake it till I make it. Already got a nice new pedicure, and soon I will take a comfortably tepid shower and wash my heat-bedraggled hair. Time to go have some fun.

Have a great weekend, y’all.

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15 thoughts on “Finally Friday

  1. Have a great birthday. I hope you and John have a wonderful weekend together.Hug,joey


  2. Poor guy… I'm glad he's got such a sweet lady to come home to after a shitty week like that. Y'all have a wonderful time and I'm assuming it's your birthday, Erica? If so, Happy Bday! You're a beautiful looking 29 year old if I do say so myself. πŸ™‚ Hugs!Debs


  3. joey — thank you. We'll certainly try.Debs — yup, tomorrow. Thank you, sweetie. Twenty-nine, huh? Can I adopt you?? πŸ˜€


  4. Thanks for edification on "trouper". I'm sure I've been doing it wrong these many years. Anthony


  5. Anthony — don't feel bad. It's an extremely common error. FromΒ·er   1. an actor, especially a member of a touring company.2. a veteran actor.3. a loyal, dependable worker or participant in an undertaking: "He's a real trouper, even when the going is rough."


  6. EricaI think I know how he feels. Work like a dog and have somebody pick apart your efforts, absolutely a postal moment. He is lucky that you are there for him. Hope you both recover.hugsEmanuele


  7. Enjoy πŸ™‚


  8. Have a very happy birthday, and enjoy that German chocolate cake.Hugs,Hermione


  9. Have a wonderful birthday. Mine is in a couple of days. Have you noticed how many September birthdays there always are? Conception would be in December when it's cold at night, but there's lots of celebration.


  10. Happy Birthday!


  11. Emanuele — it kinda sucked. He's a little better now that he's gotten some rest.Hermione — oh, you know I will. :-)Mick — hmmm. Never gave it much thought. My assumption was I was conceived when my parents took a break from arguing. :-DKelly — thanks!


  12. Happy Birthday and L'shana Tova, dear Erica!For the next six days, you get to be more mature than me. Or maybe I get to act less mature…? πŸ™‚ Either way, I hope you enjoy a wonderful celebration!Hugs,Bonnie


  13. Hi Erica — Hope your birthday was as WONDERFUL as you :-)Hope John gave you a birthday spanking and you ate lot's of cake too.May all your wishe's come true my very dear friend :-)Enjoy.I am so happy you liked the birthday gift's i sent you that made me smile :-)that cat card i sent you was a hoot,HAHAHAHAHA LOL :-)Much Love and hug's from naughty girl Jade xoxo


  14. Hope your weekend with John and your birthday was wonderful! You deserve it!


  15. Bonnie — older, yes. More mature? Eh… probably not! :-DJade — I stuffed myself with chocolate cake! It was good, too.Lea — thank you, sweetie.


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