… what would a miscreant costume look like?
Oh, good. Then I don’t have to buy anything. 🙂
It seems that Mr. Steve took exception to my snarking at him on my blog last week. #sorrynotsorry
“I got the pictures to you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but they were late.”
“But I got the pictures to you, didn’t I?”
“You said ‘I’ll send them to you tonight,’ not ‘I’ll send them to you tomorrow.’ ”
“You ended up with the pictures, didn’t you?”
(sighing) “It’s really quite simple. If you say you’re going to do something at a certain time, do it at that time. If you’re not going to do it, then don’t say you will.”
“What’s really simple is that you’ll pay the consequence for my lateness. You’re the bottom; you’re always wrong.”
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, that just @#$%ing bites, doesn’t it?
He even brought over a new toy, a crop with a different sort of tip to it — still leather, but floppier and thinner, so much more stinging. I had to keep reminding myself throughout the barrage: “You like sting, Erica. Remember, you like sting. Would you rather have heavy thud right now?” Of course not. Still, that thing is mean.
To be fair, he did stay away from my sit spots this time. We have decided to avoid those for a while, to give that one weak spot a rest. So that’s why you don’t see the redness extending down as it usually does.
See that crop’s tip? Ouch.
I like the peek-a-boo factor of this one — both my eye, and the redness peeping out under my dress.
And this time, Steve loaded the photos directly from his phone onto my computer before he left. 😀
To cap off a lovely day, I had dinner last night with my girls Alex and SpankCake. As usual, we were the last ones out of the restaurant, with the staff flashing the lights on and off as a not-so-subtle hint for us to get going already. Sheesh! Why couldn’t we stay and talk while y’all clean up and vacuum and all that other stuff you do before you leave? Other restaurants let us do that. Oh well.
Happy hump day. 🙂