Sir’s got a big job interview thing tomorrow. So, naturally, I called him up and made sure he was going to bed. And bright and early tomorrow, I’m making him call me to confirm that he’s up and ready and alert. Because part of serving him isn’t just all the sexy stuff, and I’m very glad to do it.
phone
“Daddy? Can you come pick me up?”
Sweetheart says she always comports herself like a lady.
But Daddy says some of their phone conversations provide evidence to the contrary.
Craftsmate and I play a little game like this.
I just had to talk SG down on the phone…
Standard…after the choking scene in this week’s episode of Mad Men.
Seriously, I gasped like five times.
This episode took years off of my life.
I love when I see clothing on tumblr that resembles clothing I own. And I love when seeing things like this give me wicked ideas about those articles of clothing.
In this kind of recession, you’ve just got to be creative about finding a job that suits your particular talents.
Monday Dali by Bob Sandberg,1947
He just told her to do the foulest thing to herself on those sweet, soft sheets.
I’m currently skyping with Dacry and her Prince Charming. I’m sure I’ll get in trouble for saying her bark is much worse than her bite, and she’s totally sweet and absolutely adorable, but I’m willing to risk it.
Texts with the Southern Gentleman:
Me: I have that George Michael song stuck in my head and I can’t get it out for the life for me.
SG: Which one?
Me: Um. The one that goes do da do do, do da do do, do da do do do, do do do do do do do doooo.
SG: It’s really sad that I know exactly what you’re talking about.