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Jan. 3rd, 2004 07:36 pmi think of the best topics in the car, deep insightful topics that will lead to even deeper and more insightful musings. However, i don't write them down, and when i get to the computer they leave my mind. Drat, drat, double drat.
We finally have the tree down, the only thing left is the window dressing. The boxes will go in the attic this weekend, Master has assured me He will spend the whole weekend cleaning up the back room. i would do it, but it is mostly boxes of His things that need going through and i don't know what He wants to keep and what He wants to pitch. If He let me in there, everything would go with the exception of one hammer, two screw drivers and the jigsaw and the drill. Why do guys have to have so much guy stuff?
He stopped at the travel agent's and got our tickets for Germany. i guess this means we really are going. He has to go back tomorrow to pick up His international driver's license. i decided not to get one, He enjoys driving, i don't. i'll take both of mine with me, in case there is an emergency, but i don't plan on driving over there at all.
Things got a bit ouchie at dinner tonight. And after while we were taking down holiday things. Sometimes i wonder why i stay in this relationship. What is keeping me here? Is being alone such a bad thing? And then it goes away. Not very slave-like i can hear some people say, but just because one chooses this does not mean one's mind shuts down. i suppose it comes down to this: being here beats not being here. Probably it is the end of the holiday season blues. Or the weather, yea, let's blame it on the weather. If the wind doesn't stop blowing soon, i'm going to go screaming into the night.
Max had a good run today. No one was on the desert because of the rain and wind. He loved it. Took three victory laps around the car before he jumped in the back seat. When we stopped at the chicken place he didn't even make a sound when the man handed the chicken in through the window. He was pretty darned proud of himself tonight. And now he's snoozin' on his couch. i had to whistle to make his ears move to make sure he is still alive.
Master is going to soak in the tub. Maybe to smooth over the rough stuff at dinner i should ask if He'd like me to bathe and shave him.
We finally have the tree down, the only thing left is the window dressing. The boxes will go in the attic this weekend, Master has assured me He will spend the whole weekend cleaning up the back room. i would do it, but it is mostly boxes of His things that need going through and i don't know what He wants to keep and what He wants to pitch. If He let me in there, everything would go with the exception of one hammer, two screw drivers and the jigsaw and the drill. Why do guys have to have so much guy stuff?
He stopped at the travel agent's and got our tickets for Germany. i guess this means we really are going. He has to go back tomorrow to pick up His international driver's license. i decided not to get one, He enjoys driving, i don't. i'll take both of mine with me, in case there is an emergency, but i don't plan on driving over there at all.
Things got a bit ouchie at dinner tonight. And after while we were taking down holiday things. Sometimes i wonder why i stay in this relationship. What is keeping me here? Is being alone such a bad thing? And then it goes away. Not very slave-like i can hear some people say, but just because one chooses this does not mean one's mind shuts down. i suppose it comes down to this: being here beats not being here. Probably it is the end of the holiday season blues. Or the weather, yea, let's blame it on the weather. If the wind doesn't stop blowing soon, i'm going to go screaming into the night.
Max had a good run today. No one was on the desert because of the rain and wind. He loved it. Took three victory laps around the car before he jumped in the back seat. When we stopped at the chicken place he didn't even make a sound when the man handed the chicken in through the window. He was pretty darned proud of himself tonight. And now he's snoozin' on his couch. i had to whistle to make his ears move to make sure he is still alive.
Master is going to soak in the tub. Maybe to smooth over the rough stuff at dinner i should ask if He'd like me to bathe and shave him.
