It was night.

Then the sun rose. And it was MONDAY!!!!!

Well, this Monday is certainly going to leave it’s mark.

Literally from the coffee that I spilt on myself, my glasses case, my gorgeous phone – as I got out of the car. Since I was a tad late this morning – the most horrible Allandale intersection has claimed it’s first late morning from me. Because it has to be the dumbest intersection I have ever seen. Since they’re still building there, the robot is continually out, which creates even more havoc. So yes.

This morning started off well enough, but it seems as if the day will indeed not follow suit.

Did get a gorgeous pair of shoes yesterday – just normal black ones – they seem to be the she colour I favour, but they look absolutely lovely! Saw a pair of red Mary Jane pumps. My size, fitted beautifully – and then I realised. As lovely as they look and as comfortable as they are – they would just park off in my cupboard because I have nothing to wear them with. Kind of like my gorgeous grey Zippy shoes. And really. For me to buy a whole new outfit just so I can get yet another pair of shoes does not make good financial sense. The black ones were on special, and one can never have too many black shoes – kinda like money πŸ˜‰

Mom will be going to get me zips sometime this week – plan on making each of the kids a toiletry bag for Christmas. Might even make some for everybody else!! I have everything I need, except the zips. Might actually attempt to make myself some clothes as well – got the material at the dawn of my ill-fated sojourn into working for independants, almost 24 moons ago, and just never got around to actually making the clothes. Got a nice pattern for shirts – think it’s doable!

The young man that came to clean the house yesterday did an acceptable job ;-). Think it’s his first time doing this, and I was not there to show him everything, but this coming weekend will be a different story entirely. I will start in the kitchen, show him what has to be done, and then take it room for room – he seems eager to learn – who knows! I might make a butler out of him yet ;-). Just imagine the absolute comfort – there’s a man in the house, cooking and cleaning, and absolutely no emotional entanglement, or issues – he does a job, you pay him for it – I can live with that πŸ˜‰

If all women have access to butlers and money, it would make relationships completely obsolete… Well, in my case anyway – can’t be bothered with the quality of man I seem to meet – no matter what pond I use. But that’s another story for another day – or rather, I should not say anything other than SSDD – same shit, different dude!!

Hope the day stays on an even keel…

The Tables are Turned

I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so
much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have
never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.

FOR EXAMPLE One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into
bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says “I don’t
feel like it, I just want you to hold me.”

I said “WHAT????!!! What was that?!” So she says the words That every
boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear…”You’re just not in Touch with my
emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a

She responded to my puzzled look by saying, “Can’t you just Love me for who
I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?” Realizing that nothing was
going to happen that night, I went to sleep. The very next day I opted to
take the day off of work to spend time with her.

We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed
department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several
different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to take so I
told her we’ll just buy them all. She wanted new Shoes to compliment her new
clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the
jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me
tell you…she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of
a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a
tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play tennis. I think I
threw her for a loop when I said, That’s fine, honey.” She was almost
nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.

Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, “I think this is all
dear, let’s go to the cashier.” I could hardly contain myself when I blurted
out, “No honey, I don’t feel like it.” Her face just went completely blank
as her jaw dropped with a baffled “WHAT???!!!” I then said, “Really honey! I
just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while.You’re just not in touch with
my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as
a woman.” And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I
added, “Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy

Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either.


12 comments on “It was night.

  1. Doesn’t sound like it was a very good morning for you… Hope the day gets better!
    And do I get a toiletry bag? I wouldn’t mind one now that they’re sending me to the bundus all the time πŸ˜‰

    • These ones are gorgeous and very flattering πŸ˜‰
      I tried on some of those 25″ heels everybody is wearing now – good heavens!! I don’t know how the young girls can walk on those things!!! You’re kind of balancing on stilts!

  2. We have something in common today ghiatjie, I also spilled coffee – all over my desk and plugs somehow managed to mist the computer. S few sparks flew and I just unplugged everything.

    Nice to find a gorgeous pair of shoes now and then πŸ™‚


    • Thank heavens it was just over my hand and not the switcboard!! That might have been a spot of bother πŸ˜‰
      At least it’s over now – well almost in any case…

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