Tuesday, September 16, 2008

100



Well, I finally did it -- 100 posts! Whoo hoo!

And in all the work craziness I managed to completely miss my 1 year blogiversary, way back in July.

And look at my stat counter -- up over 40,000.

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Wow. So much has happened in one year and 100 posts -- the good, the bad, the downright ugly; trials, tribulations and triumphs.

Well, here's to 100 more posts, another year of blogging an 40,000 more "hits". Thank you for staying with me so far, and I hope you continue to keep me company.

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Monday, September 15, 2008

My Own Spanking Story

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I love the messages that pop up even before the story:
"Robin Michelle! You've been buying books? You're in for it now, naughty girl!"
"A good panties-down spanking with the bathbrush, that's what you'll be getting!"




Robin Gets Herself a Spanking
Robin was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if DH would spank her right away or make her wait. ''Waiting is the worst!'' she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off... She didn't need to speculate, though, she'd know soon enough - she could hear a man's footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.
''Act natural,'' she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her husband walked in.
''What's wrong?'' DH asked immediately.
''Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?''
''Just that you have a strange look on your face.'' So much for ''natural,'' Robin thought. DH continued. ''Okay, what have you done?''
''Um... nothing?''
''Robin...''
''Yes, DH?''
''Come on, out with it. Now.'' He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward the bedroom. Robin hurried to head him off.
''It's nothing, honest. It's just that... Well, I...'' Try as she might, she couldn't think of a way to make it sound any better.
''went to the bookstore and bought more books I didn't really need,'' she said with a rush. DH stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.
''Robin Michelle! It's nothing, honest?'' he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ''It doesn't sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like buying books.'' Robin felt herself tighten at that words - it had unfortunate connotations - unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ''We've talked about buying books, haven't we?'' DH's speech went on. ''We have a way of dealing with buying books, don't we, naughty girl?'' Every time he used the term ''buying books'' he might as well be saying ''spanking,'' she thought. ''Robin Michelle, you do know how we deal with buying books, don't you?'' Instinctively Robin's hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering DH's question very clearly. Though that's not the answer her voice gave.
''Well, I know... but... I thought... maybe this time...
''You thought maybe this time what, naughty girl? That you wouldn't be spanked? That buying books wouldn't get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?''
Robin didn't want a spanking - DH's spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad - she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could - and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore - sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn't want one of those - especially not on her bare bottom!
And that was exactly how her husband was going to spank her - over his knee, her head down, jeans off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her pale skin inviting his stern reproval! DH had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly Robin's mind raced to remember what panties she'd put on, thankful that her black lace ones wouldn't add any to her embarrassment - having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!
Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed DH into the bedroom - the bedroom, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of DH's spankings, she really did dislike buying more books when she already had so many, and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her husband spank her would stop her from buying books, maybe that was a good thing - if only it didn't have to be such a spanking!
Once in the bedroom, DH looked at her sternly as he sat on the bed, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ''resting'' place. My God, already? Robin thought to herself, but DH, instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.
''Now , I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I'm disappointed to hear about your buying books.'' Robin's spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn't like to disappoint DH. ''Very,'' he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ''I want you to tell me how this happened,'' he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.
''I don't know...'' was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway - but he wasn't about to settle for that.
''This buying books of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn't just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.'' His face hardened even further. ''And you are going to tell me.''
''It's like this - I'm a bookophile/readaholic. I see a book that sounds interesting and I just have to have it.''
''I see. Robin?''
''Yes, DH?''
''Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you've earned?''
''I don't know... maybe...'' she replied sullenly.
''Robin Michelle.''
''No. I guess not...''
''No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, naughty girl, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.''
Fighting off thoughts of how soon DH would have her pale skin bare and blushing, Robin moved hesitantly to her husband's side and was a little surprised when he didn't immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.
''Oh no,'' she said softly, hopelessly.
''Oh yes,'' came his reply. ''You know better.''
''No, really - please? I don't need that... do I?'' This last was no more than a whisper.
''You need to learn, and the bathbrush helps you learn. Don't make me waste my time - spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.
''Go,'' DH demanded and commanded.
Reluctantly - very reluctantly - Robin trudged off to get the bathbrush. Retrieving it from his bedside table, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling wood and her own twinge of rebelliousness - ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the bathbrush would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, Robin had no doubt that DH would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!
Shaking herself free of such imaginings, Robin and her thoughts returned to the bedroom and her husband's side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded bathbrush, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn't the one that had a problem with buying books, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn't fair!
Oblivious to these objections, DH still sat like a deity on the bed, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the bathbrush from her, she pulled it back slightly.
''You'll start slowly, won't you?'' She knew she wasn't supposed to ask and he always replied with ''Is that what you deserve, naughty girl?'' But this once DH just took the bathbrush from her and nodded sympathetically.
Seeing his reaction Robin realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn't keep herself from turning and trying to run away - but DH was too quick for her, he'd grabbed her wrist even as the bathbrush left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.
Spank! He began immediately - spank spank spank spank spank!
''Ow! Oh! Wait!'' No matter how much time DH would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her husband jostled her for a better and steadier grip.
Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!
''Ow! No! Too hard!'' Robin protested, though really her jeans muffled the effect considerably - nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!
Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!
''Ow ow ow!'' she continued, only to have DH chastise her further.
''Settle down, naughty girl - we haven't even started. I''m just getting you settled in. You can't even feel anything through your jeans.''
Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!
''No, no! I feel it! I do! don't!'' Robin insisted somewhat nonsensically - the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.
''Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you - you do know what's next, don't you?''
Ah - here was the dilemma upon whose horns Robin lay. To be spanked over her jeans, and therefore longer - or to shorten it a little and jump right to ''pants-down''? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward's choice she always had before.
Spank spank spank spank - spank spank spank! spank spank!
''No, no - that's okay,'' she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I'll be ready, Robin thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first - or I'll just fly to the moon!
Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!
''Owww. Owwwwww,'' Robin moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ''Hey! Wait!'' For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the-jeans spanking than the jeans-spanking was over! ''Stop! Not yet!''
''Oh?'' Spank spank spank spank!!! ''Haven't had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!'' Spank spank spank spank!!! Robin's husband saw to it that these final swats before her jeans deserted her made all the more of an impression.
''OW! Geez!'' She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand - it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Alex removing her first line of defense. He slid the blue fabric off her bottom, revealing her black lace panties.
Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, Robin thought.
''Haaaaaaah!'' Robin said. She had thought of her jeans as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized - now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!
''Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?'' In her mind Robin questioned if DH really needed to spank her quite this completely.
Picking up on this, her husband didn't hesitate. ''If you didn't want this spanking, naughty girl, you shouldn't have been buying books,'' he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn't thought of that! ''You know what buying books gets you - maybe next time you'll have an easier time deciding what you really want!''
''Grrrr,'' Robin grrrr'd - quietly.
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
''Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!''
From long experience DH knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots Robin already knew she'd feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?
Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court - except that her soft bottom was no match for her husband's hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!
''Oh oh please,'' she protested - a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless Robin felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, DH knew just how to make her feel those! And Robin's poor little bottom did - each and every one!
Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!
''Oh no - really - no, please, no. Please?'' Her husband had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties - and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ''Not those - they don't make a difference anyway,'' she claimed, fibbing slightly - though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, DH peeled her fingers from her black lace panties. And then they were gone.
Spank! spank! Her pale cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand - and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure - try to hold still!
Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!
Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!
Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!
Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging - both, a lot, and right now!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Couldn't DH hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her husband's grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as Robin recognized the meaning of this gesture!
''Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!'' His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!
Spank! Spank!
SPANK! SPANK!
Spank! Spank!
SPANK! SPANK!
''OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!'' she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!
''Now, naughty girl, it's time we took care of this buying books,'' DH pronounced.
Oh no! The bathbrush - whack whack whack whack whack whack whack! By the time she realized what was about to happen her bathbrush spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the bathbrush's wood. Oooo, did that hurt! Robin could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it - but as soon as she felt it she could remember - remember all too well!
whack whack whack whack whack whack whack!
''No, no - stop! Enough! I'll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww...''
''Robin Michelle! Your buying books? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it's enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you've earned this - and more. If you're good you'll get a lot less of the ''more.''''
whack whack whack whack whack whack whack!
Try as he might to be ''fair,'' when it came to buying books her husband was strict. That bathbrush HURT!
whack whack whack whack whack whack whack!
''No, no, not more - please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow...''
whack whack whack whack whack whack whack!
''No - no please! I'll be good! I've learned my lesson - I have!'' As well she may have - her usually pale cheeks shone from the bathbrush's harsh wood.
''Then hold still, , so I can finish.'' And finish he did. With a flurry of whack-whack-whack's he made sure she'd have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center - whack whack whack whack whack whack! Even as Robin recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ''taking it.''
''Whaaa - aaa - ow - oooo - ooo - ooo - ooo - NO!''
''Okay, Robin. Okay, . Breathe. Now breathe...'' DH encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly Robin calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.
''Now, young lady - no more buying books - understood?'' Somehow Robin nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the bathbrush to bedside table, she never wanted to have anything to do with buying books, the bathbrush, or even her husband sitting on the bed - ever, ever again!
--
Matt Anglen - 2004
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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Sex Talk with the Kids

Before I get to the main, here's an update:

Work is still horrible. Still no end in sight (there's a big box of paperwork and my work computer sitting in the kitchen to prove this). I like the manager where I work, I think he's basically a good guy, but he's pretty clearly in over his head -- and the VP has gotten wise. Not sure what the future will bring...

DH and I are getting along, fitting sex in here and there, connecting. Trying to get him to read Tantric Secrets for Men (I had to read it first). Have to get a book cover so he can read it in public (while travelling) without embarrassment -- his request.

Spending a quiet, lazy day home. It's been raining constantly the last 2 days with more to come. We're nowhere near the Gulf Coast but Ike is definitely affecting our weather. What a mess down there. I hope any readers from there are safe and sound and their homes are okay. My sister-in-law and her family live in Houston -- they evacuated.

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So, to my main topic ---

I have 2 teens, a girl and a boy. And sex-related discussions do occur -- I think I'd be worried if they didn't. General discussions started when my daughter was in 5th grade and had her first sex ed class. The school arranges for the students to attend a special class at the local college health center. They had a meeting for the parents first so we'd know what our children would learn. One thing I really like about the program is that for the basics the boys and girls are together -- learning what both genders experience in puberty. I know some parents were shocked but I think it's great -- removes some of the mystery and ignorance.

We've talked not about how to have sex, but about emotions and consequences and safety. I've told them more than once that I made it through high school without drinking, smoking, drugs or sex and still had a great time, probably a better time than some of the kids I knew who did those things. I never had to worry that someone was going to catch me, that I'd get pregnant, drive drunk, or any of the other things that I saw happen to several students.

I've talked specifically to my daughter about waiting for a man who wants to have sex with her because she's special and he wants to make her feel good, not just take his pleasure. My first time was good, precisely because my boyfriend didn't force anything, helping me relax and pleasuring me until I was ready -- and I enjoyed it. I've heard enough horror stories about miserable first times that I'd rather my daughter didn't have to experience that.

My son gets talks about being responsible and not using a girl just for sex (unless of course, that's what she wants). About condoms and birth control and never to assume a girl is on birth control or disease free just because she says she is.

So what brings this on? A couple discussion with my kids this past week. Last weekend we went to a bookstore (OC needed books for school). Bookophile/readaholic that I am, a bookstore is a dangerous place but I was determined to buy only one book (Tantric Secrets...). So I separate from the kids and head to the Love and Sexuality section, where of course they had several books cover facing out with suggestive pictures. This is where MC found me and started exclaiming that I was in the "dirty book" section. I'm sure I rolled my eyes, looked at him and stated that there is nothing dirty about love and relationships. He just kept repeating "dirty books." Jeeeesh.

We head home. I'm working on my computer, having difficulty figuring something out, when MC enters my room on his way to the laundry room. He offered to help, but since spanking blogs were up, I told him no. His response -- "Why? Is it something inappropriate?" If you could just hear how he says this... Then he notices the tantric secrets book on the bed and starts in on the "dirty book" thing again. Try to tell him again that there is nothing dirty about sex. He stops, then brings up an incident from his sex ed class last year when a fellow student asked the teacher why men like porn but women don't. I stood there for a minute, trying desperately to think how I was going to answer this... Then finally said, seriously, that many women like porn, too, although not necessarily the same type that men like, that we often like something a little more erotic. He got this look on his face and turned to leave the room, shaking his head as he walked out.

I shared all this with DH later on a trip to the store and he got all weirded out that our son would come to me to talk about sex instead of to him. I didn't know what to say. Finally I said that I didn't start this, MC did, and if he's comfortable enough to come and talk to me, I'm not going to turn him away. Sigh.... DH can be a little uptight...

Later, OC came into my room and I related the MC porn question to her. Her response? Well, of course women don't like porn. We're not as sexual and we're not turned on visually. I stared at her, dumbfounded, thinking, "where have I gone wrong?" Then I looked at her and stated seriously that she was wrong, that that is what society and religions have conditioned women to believe but that is not the truth. Now it was her turn to look dumbfounded. I don't think anything else was said, and she left the room.

Talking to MC later about his dads reaction, he stated that he was more comfortable coming to me because I actually answer him (apparently DH just repeats how he needs to be careful and use condoms) and because he finds it helpful and interesting to get a woman's opinion. He's realized that what guys think girls want is not necessarily correct. Smart boy :D

So that pretty much covers the highlights of last week....

Saturday, September 6, 2008

So, doing nothing much today. DH gets home late tonight, so he's not here to get me up and doing things. House cleaners were here yesterday, so there are no household chores except laundry. Working on bills and miscellaneous paperwork. Do have to go out an run a few errands -- stop by the bank, get OC some books for school.

Saw Google now has a reader -- spent some time last night adding feeds to that. Saw there is another feed reader in the Blogger dashboard -- imported the feeds from the Google reader to that as well. Unfortunately, not all the blog feeds I've previously subscribed to were picked up -- not sure why -- I'll have to keep trying :)

Killing time, I typed spanking into the Yahoo! search bar. Haven't done this in a while and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.

Wikipedia has some interesting entries, chiefly:

  • Erotic Spanking
  • Spanking Art Wiki
Going to each one of these leads to even more. I spent an enjoyable time just jumping from site to site, reading, reviewing, checking out even more links.

Sadly, this is the closest I've been getting lately to anything spanking related.

As mentioned before, DH and I are out of sync. We've exchanged a few emails, trying to sort it out -- we tend to communicate better when there's a little bit of space and time.

Basically, he thinks I don't find him satisfying and am pulling away, that I want more than he is willing or capable of giving. So not true. I think it's pretty clear from what I've written here that I find DH eminently satisfying, in and out of bed. Sure, sometimes I wish we would try some new or different things, mix things up a bit -- and not always at my direction. Sometimes we have disagreements, but we try to work them out civilly instead of meanly. I'm not forgetting what happened back in February, but there hasn't been an similar incident since and DH does seem to be working on his anger issues.

I fully admit there's been some withdrawing, but it's only because I'm so exhausted and stressed from work. I'm still working 9-10 hour days + several hours on the weekend and I still can't seem to get caught up -- in fact, things just seem to get worst. Ever get so stressed and worn out that you know you are on the edge, that it wouldn't take much to push you right over? Well, that's where I've been for the last couple of months. Only DH doesn't like to hear about it or see any sort of emotional outburst. So I hold it all in, but it's simmering just below the surface. And the only way to keep it from erupting is to hold myself back, keep myself a little separate. Sometimes I'm so fragile that I know that the slightest bit of TLC from him will open the floodgates. So I pull away. But I don't push him away when he approaches me -- at least I don't think I do...

Anyway, he gets home tonight. Guess we'll see how things stand then...

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Cucumber


DH is off again. Mexico again.


YC went to a friend's house to play yesterday and came home with a cucumber.


Can you guess DH's reaction?


Uh huh, yep, you got it. He brought it upstairs and told me that while he was gone, I could use the cucumber, to, you know...


I told him that if I used that, I wouldn't want him -- it's about 12 inches long and about as big around as a soda can.


His response -- I could only use half of it, the rest was handle.


*shaking head*

Monday, September 1, 2008

Happy Labor Day

From the lack of activity on this blog, you're probably wondering if I'm even still around...

I am alive, if not exactly well. Not ill, just worn out from work (still hell on earth) and all that exhaustion and stress means not much is happening between DH and me. At least nothing fun and exciting or that's noteworthy. Haven't even been getting online to read other blogs -- a) too exhausted, b) it's too depressing to read about others who are doing well and having fun.

Take this weekend -- 3 days off from work for me and DH (although I did bring a box of home, planning to spend some time on catch up) and 3 days off school for the kids (school started on the 25th). Saturday: got up, did chores, napped while DH and the two older children went to a major league baseball game ("our" team lost), got up, showered, had YC shower, took YC out in DH's convertible to return library books and get a treat from Dairy Queen. DH came home from the game, we had dinner, cuddled a bit while watching TV --- and he fell asleep. No fun Saturday.

Sunday -- did manage to get in a quickie :D Enjoyed it, even without any spanking to speak of. Well, there was a little spanking -- afterwards. DH got it into his head that I hadn't been completely truthful about something. I thought something was done, apparently it wasn't completely, he noticed, pulled out the paddle and lit into me -- hard. Of course, we're both laughing the whole time -- he's spanking, I'm wiggling, giggling and exclaiming "Ow! Ouch! That hurts!" 'til I couldn't take anymore and rolled away. He stopped. I rolled back (so I could get up) and he started in again, saying, "That's not enough, not yet." A few more hard, painful spanks and I moved completely out of his way and got up. Sheeesh. It's been so long that my butt was incredibly sensitive -- lost any toughening up it might have developed.

Spent the rest of the day on chores -- laundry, housecleaning, shopping. Of course, while I did the last, DH napped. We did go out, saw "Tropic Thunder." Not sure how I feel about the movie. It had some very funny parts, but I felt the profanity became excessive at times. I'm not a prude, I swear (lately a lot, what with the way work is), but still.... It's like some of the characters only knew one work -- fuck. And every other word was that, or some version of it. After the movie, we grabbed a bite to eat, had a couple of drinks, then headed home. Because DH napped, he was full of energy, but I'd been up since before 9 am, doing chores and all, and now it was after 1 am... Guess what, I was too tired for anything (see what I mean about being out of sync?), so we cuddled and went to sleep.

Now it's Monday -- before I even woke up, YC was in our bed, snuggling with DH. And she didn't want to leave.... So, once again, nothin' happening here. I got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to work on brunch and finish the laundry. Now it's the afternoon. I should be tackling the box of work I brought home, should be vacuuming, cleaning, etc., but I'd really just like to take a nap. But if I sleep now, I'll have difficulties tonight and it's back to hell, uhhh, work tomorrow morning. There was mention of showering and some fun before bed tonight. Yeah, ok, right, given the way things have been going, I'm not holding my breath.

I hope everyone else has had a good weekend, holiday or not.