"But I thought we were friends!"
I wailed dramatically, while blinking blearily to awareness this morning.
"Slave first, friends second." He stated factually as he loomed menacingly over me.
"Uh, say wha...? That's news to me."
Kids activities and financial stresses have completely consumed life.
One of the soccer moms was complaining last night as she pulled her daughter out of the game, "We have lives, you know!" I laughed, "We do?"
Yep, that's where I've been--living in my car in between hours spent on cold and unpleasant soccer fields. I'm soccer/chess mom/queenpennypincher extraordinaire. Apparently I have not balanced it all well with slavery. Skimping on my medicine to make it last longer might be a slightly contributing factor to my current inability to successfully juggle hats.
But back to this whole, "Slave first, friends second" concept. That's kind of a new basis for things around here. We have been friends for much longer than we have been Master and slave. We were always friends first...
Apparently a new (or at least somewhat obscured) era is being ushered in. An era of demerit marks (in permanent marker on my ass) to be totaled and payed for regularly. I racked up five in the first hour this morning. Do you have any idea how much I hate that cane?