I know, terrible, right?
This morning I woke up to snow. Not sure which is worse.
Anyways...You were wondering which of any vast number of words I was planning on choking on?
Patience dear friends, patience.
First, I would just like to say:
praise be to the heavens,
thank you all of the Gods above and below,
sweet deities long since forgotten,
and the powers that be,
soccer season is overrrrrrrrrr!
I simply cannot overstate that fact.
Now where was I? Oh, choking on my words. Lots of them in fact--it's one of the drawbacks of a tendency towards excessive verbosity.
A couple of months ago, I wrote a post about D/s without punishment.
My darling husband had the gall to suggest that I print a retraction. After careful research into the archives, and no small amount of consideration, I respectfully declined (okay, my refusal might have been slightly less dignified than my wording implies).
The post was fairly well received.
I meant every single word that I wrote.
He said everything that I said he said (seriously, I checked--it's in print).
Suddenly, he insisted on the return of the book, and began
I just went and made public statements to the contrary you know!
How could we possibly be happily existing on such very different pages? I mean, this is important stuff, right??
"You mean you've been punishing me under a different label therefor insuring that, not only am I getting punished, I am completely missing out on the sense of absolution that really should come with it??!"
Apparently, D/s works with or without punishment.
But switching back and forth should really be against the rules. I mean, what happened to the notification process?? In retrospect, it probably went the way of the complaints department...
And here I thought he was just picking on me for fun.
Now I know for sure that he's doing it wrong...