Sorry I couldn’t get my post to show up yesterday. I could see it, but I heard from several that couldn’t. I used to call on my super geeky friend to help me out of such situations but since we don’t talk much anymore, I feel too much like a bother to ask. Someday I may figure out how to work a computer on my own.
Today is a very special day. Nineteen years ago today I gave birth to the most wonderful daughter on the planet. Mollie was only 13 when I began blogging. I guess some of you have see her go from little girl to young woman. This is the first birthday she’s ever had when we won’t be together. But on the good side she just got to spend 4 days at home. I cooked, made a cake and everything. It was a nice fall break/birthday weekend. This was the gift she wanted for her birthday.
As we drive around her campus we see these all over the place. Just throw it up between a couple of trees and you have a great place to study, read or nap. And if I know Mollie my guess is that it will mostly be for napping!
I enjoyed the Bonnie’s Brunch question over at Hermione’s this week. If you didn’t read it, it was asking what would be your ‘spanking wishes’ if you could have some. I’ve thought about them a lot this weekend. Besides the ones I gave there, I have a few more. One of them is that I wish Nick could read my mind. Or maybe more accurately, I wish he could sense my needs. I wasn’t in a very good mood Sunday. Actually I haven’t been feeling all that great for several days. I hide it, of course, but I just feel ill tempered. I wish Nick could see in my head when I get like this. I don’t want him to be sweet and loving; I want him to be firm and no nonsense when I get this way. I want him to get me out of it.
When I stand back and look at myself when I feel this way – when I’m in a bad mood – I don’t really feel like getting spanked. But I still feel like it would help. I think it would help me concentrate on all the good in our marriage rather than mentally whine about the things that get me down. I just think a spanking would be cheaper than Zoloft. But then again I hide my feeling s so well, how is Nick supposed to know when I feel this way. Even I don’t know how to answer that one.