Good Morning, Sleepyheads!
Speaking of mornings:
I want this . I want it BAD. I want it now. Add big, mean-looking locks to the outside of the doors. And take out the windows, or better yet, turn them into one-way glass windows so’s he can look in but I can’t look out.
And look at those handy storage drawers for tools ‘o’ torture to reside in. How convenient is that!
The pink can stay, though. I do like pink.
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Speaking of pink:
Master’s manly-man brown desk and ugly tan chair and beige carpet and brown table and tan curtains and hard wood, metal knives, sharp corners, cologne-smelling, Xbox-playing mancave has been magically transformed into a pink and purple, flowers and butterflies, sunlit, care bears and fairies, fluffy pillows and pink throw-rugs, flashing-lights and soothing-lullaby-playing little girl’s room.
He took one look and said it was nauseating.
Clearly the man has no style.
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Speaking of Teh Man:
I have very suspicious fingerprint bruising along my right forearm. Four perfect finger-shaped circles that, coincidentally, are the same size as Master’s fingertips. Master and I have spent the last couple of days arguing debating whether or not he is the cause of said bruising.
He claims to not remember the causing. Unfortunately, I can’t quite remember the causing either.
Nevertheless, the only person in my life who could, or, more to the point, who WOULD leave fingerprint bruises on my forearm, is HIM.
Finally, last night, after I once again shoved my arm under his nose while he was reading and accusingly said “Look what you did!”, he sighed, set his book down, and turning my arm this way and that, turning his hand this way and that, succeeded in matching his finger pads to the marks and closing his fist around my arm.
“Ah HA!” I cried. (Victory is mine!)
He shrugged, picked up his book. “Yeah. Probably was me.” And went back to reading.
I’ve no idea exactly what I was after but nonchalantly being dismissed? Wasn’t it.
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Speaking of being dismissed:
We are now about 2 weeks into the 7th year of our relationship. I am currently on the lookout for signs that he is succumbing to the dreaded 7 year itch.
I want to think I have nothing to worry about because, according to various internet resources (including the wisdom that is Urban Dictionary) the 7 year itch pertains mostly to boredom within monogamy. Occasionally boredom with the relationship in general but mostly sex.
One, he doesn’t have to be monogamous if he doesn’t want to be. And isn’t, necessarily.
Two, if he’s bored with the relationship or our sex, he has the power to change it up. So it’d be his own fault. Right? Right!
But if he buys a sports car, we’re gonna chat.
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Speaking of sports cars:
I offered to buy him a sports car if he’d have penis reduction surgery.
He declined.
Hmmph.
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ps. I added my reply to the last post!
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Wednesday July 28th, 2010 5:57am
You know, I have never once decorated a child’s bedroom… and I have three of them. There never seems to be enough time or money. Maybe at the new house? Everyone will finally have their own bedrooms.
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I did hers for less than a hundred bucks (which I know is a lot when you have 3 kids and no money. Been there, done that) and 40 of that was on a toy organizer that could have been skipped.
I went to Big Lots (do you have that store in Canada? Dunno. Anyway..) I lucked out in that it’s back to school time, we’re a university town and “dorm room” gear is packing the aisles (specifically girl/boy colored gear), plus, Big Lots is cheap.
I didn’t paint or anything drastic like that. I got purple curtains ($24), a pink rug ($10), one pink and one purple milk-crate type thing for toys ($3 each), butterfly/dragonfly wall appliques ($10). That’s it. The rest of the stuff she already had, it just needed to be displayed. The pink/purple Care Bear crib quilt makes a great wall-hanging. Care Bears sitting on a shelf rather than in the toy box make a good decoration. A pink/purple crocheted afghan on the back of chair ties the chair in, plus displays Great-Grandma’s handiwork.
And it really looks cute!
Looks like mighty comfortable slave quarters. Bet you could curl up with a good book and get lost for hours.
I bet that once he started making changes, it wouldn’t be so comfy.
Ack! Don’t ruin my fantasy! Of COURSE he’d let me keep the fluffy pillows!
My sympathies to Scott for giving up his man cave and don’t tell him, but I think that makes him a real sweetheart!). Congratulations on getting your bedroom back!
You may be seeing more of those fingerprints when you become fully menopausal. I get them periodically, always without any force or fun.
I’d love that hiding spot! Forget M/s – it’d be a great place to hide from the world, and one’s troubles!
He’s such a teddy bear at heart. But don’t let him know I’m on to him. ;-)
I am not even going to consider clicking that link to Fetlife. The description alone makes me cringe. I can live with not knowing what lies on the other side of the link.
lmao. It’s nothing gross, I promise. It’s a pic of us, one I’ve probably posted here anyway!
The bedroom sounds sweet…
That is one high class bitch box… fluffy pillows and all. I have several sexy small closets that would rock as “bitch boxes”… but my fuddy duddy old Master says no. (serious pouty face.) Something about having me locked up out of sight or reach is not fun, him wanting me within reach or at least loose so I could get him stuff… go figure. Another fantasy dashed.
And regarding the Fet link… I was expecting something scarier too. The angle of that pic makes your mouth look likes it open only about a inch or something. I thought those dental gags were supposed to fix that.
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I may or may not have been asking what the closet situation at the new house is like. Only 32 more days until I find out!
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Regarding the 7 year itch… He is a man who knows what He wants, and He was looking for what He wanted, when He finally (finally!!) found YOU! Maybe this 7th year will be the year that you come to terms with the idea that He is the lucky one, you complete Him as no other woman could, and you are worth more then you ever give yourself credit for.
Happy start to Year #7! yay!
That is just way to comfortable of a box to be a slut keeper.
Jaja, men are the worst when it comes to redecorating! Just casually mention once that you’d like to paint your black office-type area pink, and sprinkle glitter everywhere, and put up cuddly posters of unicorns and kittens and pink streamers; and you wouldn’t believe how quickly you’ll get shot down!
xoxo,
Cosette
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Pictures of babygirls room??? :D
I want that pink wonder of a hidey room! Gah! It’s awesome!
ROFL at the sports car offer. It was doomed for failure though… reduce penis size? Silly woman… :)
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