This is the story, of a lovely lady, who was
..Okay, WAIT. The lady, not so lovely..... Well and the lady..... not so much a lady...FINE its me.
We went away for a couple of weeks. Some where warm. Hot even. ( yay us! ) If you may recall prior to that Barney decided on dailies...or nightlies..depending. However, when one
I mentioned that there is something I need to work through. This is still true and this realization came after a few pretty 'bad' personal days on our vacation. I'll leave that up to your imagination, but suffice to say I haven't figured it out yet. Problem being with this revelation, is I did share it with Barney, and things were left at that. Feeding the problem in turn, rather than helping with it.
Oh yeah, epiphanies
Moving on....We have been back ( although zombie like ) in the real world for a few days now. Part of me is quite awake, despite the jet lag. That little part of me that is feisty/playful has been woken up first.
Barney was fixing something on the rear of our van the other day. In my mind it wasn't a 911, as we had suitcases to lug upstairs still, bills to get caught up, groceries to buy...etc. But hey, he's the HoH right? I'm not sure what possessed me, but I made a perfect snowball while standing on my front step. Perfect, because it was that melting snow. You know the type, with the little crystals in it. Not the heavy wet stuff. The kind of snow that 'explodes' on impact. Yup! I threw it at him. He was behind the van, and it was perfect! It landed on the roof, just in front of him, and rained snow all over him...bonus, down the back of his sweater! Laughing, he came around the back of the vehicle in a fake charge. Squealing I ran into the house, stepped on the dog, ( sorry girl) and slammed the door in his face!
There was a lot of joking and teasing about me having to 'pay for that later'...So LATER....
That is Submissive Sally. Remember her? Yeah, me either. After grocery shopping,( and I was good, really...just no sweet kisses in the produce department. I was on a mission) Barney said, again tongue and cheek to me " Ah what you need is a good smack that's all. That'll bring you back"
Willie..." Hahaha.. Well. Good luck with that . You are a little out of practice. It might take you a while to get back in shape"
Hold on someone at my door.........Oh look my bear poking stick has arrived
Barney has been his sweet self. Helping, for the most part getting things back in order around here while suffering the 'trauma' of having to return to work. Last night he was helping me change the sheets on our bed, HOW beach sand got in there I'll never no..or at the very least, I don't want my mind to go there. It was time to put the pillow cases on. I 'handed' his to him.....
I got the ( laughing ) hairy eye ball ( who the heck came up with that term anyway? ). " Oh boy you are something else lately"
Willie...through evil laughter..." What ? "
Barney chuckling..." Well first you almost broke my knuckle by hitting it with the brush..."
" Hey! I was aiming for your thigh. YOU put your hand in the way! "
Barney....shakes head, rolls eyes, and chuckles, tightly.
So today.....I finally got over jet lag! Yay me...except wait...deflate. Three hours later, not so much. Deciding a nap might be in order, Barney then asks if there is anything he can do while I am napping...
" Sure. Figure out what you want to eat for Easter. Go buy it. Buy the kids chocolate junk... and COPIOUS amounts of wine for me please".
Barney...chucking..." Oh having a hard time being submissive are we? Need some bottles of it this weekend ? "
Then it hit me! NO not the silicone spatula....a new character was born. She takes Sassy Sandy, rolls her up with Distancing Dixie and morphs into a Super Personality... she is...
Hold on she's too sweet looking
Oh I don't think Barney would complain about her !
but she's not right either
She's got the attitude...but too snarky maybe...and not enough 'spunk'
hold on....let me think....
Ahhh...here she is.....Introducing....
( well she's fictional..so the boobs can stay)
Ready to filet and slay.
Right before bed, Barney asked me how I was doing. I said
" Not so great"
" Oh why? What's the matter? " I swear I could run through our house after setting myself on fire, and he would say, after about 5 or 10 minutes, ' does anybody smell something ?'
" I'm Feisty FarGone"
He once again chuckled and said " I think that is a very good name for you"
Apparently he is alright with both Feisty and FarGone... meh...what are you going to do ?