Do You Think She Knows?

My cousin and I went to meet an old and dear friend for a girl’s trip! It was the kind of vacation where you know the people so well it doesn’t matter how long it has been since you last saw each other! We could have been in a squished pup tent and had a good time!

                                     

Laughing and talking constantly we often needed to remind each other to pay attention to the scenery!

Of course with all our walking we splurged a bit on the meals….Not really…but maybe a glass or more…of wine with dinner. We loved to share meals so as to try more than one entree

  

Women will totally get that!

On our last full day we booked a short tour and had a delicious cocktail. Soon after we went to lunch and had another cocktail…Early I know!  You all know I get a bit feisty, daring and Stubborn with a drink or two. Ahem…just saying !

After lunch we decided to get a foot massage! Two of us had never splurged before….But my Scotsman always rubs my feet…mmmmm! Sometimes I tease him and say it is better than ‘romantic pursuits!’

 He is always indignant and says, “Nay chance.”

Anyway we all enjoyed it even as we tried hard to surreptitiously avoid the giggles! (they have those signs that ask you to avoid conversation, let alone the giggles.)  The only way that was possible was to close our eyes and bite the inside of our mouths.

    

Maaybee….just….mayybee….the alcohol made this a mite bit more difficult. Of course at the end when they slap your legs and feet…I started thinking….You know what those sounds made me think about! 

     

As we exited the shop we laughed and laughed, I knew I was a goner when my cousin and friend described the experience in a vanilla way and I said the sound reminded me of smacking…..I didn’t say what body part!

 Sheesh….you think I would spill those beans?

The comical result of this endeavor was my feet, and only mine kept slipping sideways in my CUTE Sandals as I tried to walk after the massage. Not quite sure why I was the only one to experience this side effect! Ahem….

I was slowing the girls down….plus I was precariously close to spraining my ankle. My cousin kept offering to switch shoes. I really did not want to impose. Aside from the fact that I am shorter than both my cousin and friend and my shoes had a tiny wedge heal….

In an exasperated voice my cousin turned to me and said, “I am going to smack you! You better change your shoes when we get to the car.”

Of course I answered cheekily, “I thought you didn’t believe in violence, and for all you know I will like it!” 

She replied just as snottily, Oh honey you may like it when your Scotsman smacks you…but you will not like it when I do!”

Soooo do you think she knows??

I’d love to say that we had a quiet retiring afternoon and evening after that….but nope. We may have even talked about fifty shades and Diana Gabaldon! 

Plus us old broads may have been propositioned as well!  Laughing out loud my cousin set him straight about us being happily married ladies!!

All in all a fantastic trip but I am delighted to be back with my family!

Sorry about the type size change, I do not know how to fix that!

A Quickie Spanking...!

A quickie…….Spanking!

And the ability to laugh about missed opportunities.

We have a bit of stress this summer. Life certainly can throw some curve-balls. I may have had a few minor blips or crying jags….but I hope that as a new day approaches I am looking on the bright side of each and every one. I never want to become morose.

We have a house full of people and a lack of privacy. A closed door does not automatically ensure discretion. The house is old and NOT sound proof which adds another layer of difficulty. My Scotsman has been working every day except Sunday….so needless to say we wait for the teens to vacate or sleep. With my MIL we wait for her to go to sleep as well, even though she is incredibly hard of hearing.

As this weekend approached my ever busy calendar continued to fill with fun (at times tiring) festivities! My Scotsman wanted to go listen to a band and dance for our pleasure. I admit I was a little less than enthusiastic initially but gradually warmed to the idea. I began the night immediately with a lovely cosmopolitan…Yummy. I texted a couple of blogland friends indicating I was going to stir up a little trouble…After 2 cosmopolitans…well…My Scotsman was promising to tan my arse. I needed stress relief in the worst way…One of you may have pushed me to ‘double dog dare’ him to share my thoughts! It goes without saying that we had a great night dancing.

We were looking forward to a semi empty house with MIL sleeping and kids out late. We arrived home and dawdled a bit. I relished the freedom of sitting next to my Scotsman on our couch with a tight tank top and cute boxer brief panties. My darling got up and went to our bedroom where I was going imminently. Low and behold my MIL opens her bedroom door and rushes right to me as I sat sans proper clothing on that couch! Thank goodness she was without her glasses. She has VERY poor eyesight! I slowly…. Slowly pulled a blanket over my lower half….as if it was the most natural thing in the world, all while calmly sharing the fun we had on our date!

We did continue with quiet pursuits of a romantic nature.

Today began enjoyably speaking with friends and laughing about our crazy lives. Real life interfered and so we all left to continue our plans for the day.

Here is where the missed opportunity comes in…..

After cleaning, moving furniture and shopping we began grilling a casual dinner of burgers.

Just then we realized both kids were gone and MIL was taking a bath! YES….finally stress relief!!

We dropped everything and skipped to the bedroom.

My Scotsman sat on the bed after retrieving Blondie's paddle. 

I wasn’t allowed to choose…

He pulled me across his knee and began…OUCH!.....It was however, exactly what I needed. He has learned how to build slowly and continue for a bit longer. Stress ouched away!

With him it always leads to a desire for me…which is always appreciated….things began in that direction.

All of a sudden bang… slam! A door opens… daughter arrives home.

Slam! Another door opens against an inner wall…Mother in law finishes her bath!

Boom! Fast walking son arrives with more groceries for dinner!!

We are paralyzed in a certain position…..waiting… as someone notices the dinner left cooking.... unattended.

Conversations were going…dogs were barking right outside our bedroom door.

Sigh….. clothes were righted as we lamented this missed opportunity…..

At least I still feel his 'paddling' attention from earlier!

Maybe late tonight when everyone is asleep we can begin where we left off.!

Why Women Cry

Women will totally get this. It doesn’t matter if the poem speaks at times to faith or religion, or a traditional relationship.We can change that. What struck me is the sentiment. Often times a word or an emotion can bring tears to my eyes. As women we rise to the challenge no matter the toll it takes on us. We are passionate about our friends and family. When they hurt we hurt. When they feel joy we experience that same joy.

That isn’t to say that men do not feel love or emotions nor does it seek to say that we are better because of how we express these sentiments.

Men love just as fiercely.

What I felt in reading this poem is an understanding that women’s tears can be our strength and heart. It doesn’t matter whether you are friend, sister, lover or mother.That last sentence is really what moved me.

Now a little comedic disclaimer for our neck of the woods:

When you read that a good ‘husband’ never hurts his wife……(Interject partner….FF, MF, FM, MM etc….)

Here we know that doesn’t include a spanking! Just a small political statement. Ahem.....

"Why Women Cry"

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

Yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Author: Unknown

I sent this to Sunny and she encouraged me to share!

Thanks dear!

Thanks for reading,

Minelle