Sore

I’m sore. Everywhere. I’m hobbling around the house like a little old lady and I cry when Master touches me.

He’s not even the cause. He’s just reaping the rewards, the fucker.

The cause?

Body Pump Class.

Oh. My. Fucking God.

The saddest part? I’ve been to two classes. TWO. But there’s another one bright and early tomorrow morning and I’m wondering how I’m going to do it when I’m whimpering just by sitting on the couch. I’ll do it though (weather permitting, that is. We’re supposed to get some big snow storm.) because The Boss said I will.

Othewise, I’ve really just been busy. Happily so. Saturday morning was the first body pump class and then I came home to do some cooking and cleaning. We had Jack and Jill over for dinner and I used this recipe for a roast (with a few minor changes for ingredients on hand) and it was really yummy. We hadn’t had the chance to hang out with them for awhile so it was nice to catch up.

On Sunday, Master had some people over to do their geek-thing so I took advantage of not being needed for several hours and tackled some sorting/tossing/rearranging downstairs. I still have more I want to do. I guess I’ve given up on the construction project I wanted to do. Weather, time and, apparently, lack of interest on his part. Oh well.

Monday was another body pump class and I did 3 miles on the treadmill. Then I came home, showered, went grocery shopping, came home, cleaned…

Today, I cleaned and did laundry. Took Master’s work clothes to the laundromat so they don’t muck up my washer.

I’ve done a lot of babysitting, too. And now that she’s mobile, I’ve come to the conclusion that I am too fucking old for the whole baby thing. My word but she makes me tired. She’s definitely a high-maintenance girl. (Through no fault of mine, I’ll have you know!)

So, yeah. No fetlife, no blogging, no reading, no nuttin’. Work, work, work. Whine, whine, whine.

I want a slave of my very own. Anyone wanna apply?? There’d be perks!

I seriously had more but I just nodded off into the keyboard. I’m going to bed before I qwerty my forehead. Nighty-night!

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