It’s Not The Fall, But The Climb Back Up …
I have to think it was not the girl’s own idea to climb the stairs this way. I’m nearly sure someone situated her trousers like that, and then told her to go up and wait in the bedroom, perhaps in her special corner of the bedroom. He will no doubt be along when he is ready.
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Oh my, the poor girl. I bet she was just having a bit of fun, when her Top lost his sense of humour. I hope he finds it again quickly.
I’m not sure her Top is supposed to know it, but I’m almost positive she’s texting on her phone.
Poor girl, her bum is already marked. She needs soothing, not corner time.
Alice, some Tops lack a sense of humour. They are befuddled when their girls try to cheer them up.
Cindy, check her shadow. She doesn’t seem to be holding a mobile. But I agree with you that her pose does seem to suggest she’s texting on her phone.
I was ignoring that shadow, Mindy. You should do the same.
Dev,
that photo reassures me somewhat, some things are right in this world.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Mindy, you can move here. I’ll hire you. You can go snowboarding with me next week, k?
Splutter..cough…urrrm…Paul! This reassures you! I can assure you that it does no such thing to the girls on this blite. Not one word of sympathy for the poor girl who may fall over her jeans and seriously hurt herself! This is a Health and Safety issue and should be addressed forthwith!
Mindy, I agree, her bottom already looks sore, maybe she forgot to pull up her trousers before chocs and cuddles were offered, although judging from Dev’s and Paul’s attitudes, I sadly doubt it!
From the looks of her shadow, that is not a phone but a sprig of ginger. I’m sorry to have to say it, but it’s true. At least she’s not wearing spanx. (ahem.)
Scarlet, are you sure? She could just be carrying a droopy rose, as she was trying to flower arrange when she was so unkindly misunderstood!
Is she gonna make chinese up there?
It’s a PHONE, I’m telling ya.
Everytime I get an email with Spanx in the subject line I giggle.
No, I don’t, I don’t giggle. I never giggle.
I chuckle.
There’s no pulling those pants up. I think they must be fastened, which is odd, isn’t it.
It’s the shoes again. There’s no way to get those skinny jeans off over those shoes.
I am so worried about that problem.
Hey, Mr O, if you’re around here tonight, can you answer a question for me? I need to learn to write gooder and I was wandering if you knew (off the top of your head, don’t spend any time looking) of a decent online workshop or seminar that would teach people like me to string more than one cohesive thought into something that is readable.
I volunteer once a week at a youth center to help middle schoolers improve their reading skills. I learned punctuation and and all that stuff in school (but I pretty much faked the whole creative writing process) and I thought that it would be helpful to get these kids started with writing and reading their own words.
I Googled, of course, and got about a million hits. I don’t want something that will teach me to write professionally or anything, I don’t have the imagination for that. Just something that will give me ideas or prompts to get these kids started. I expect them to outpace me in no time. Middle Schoolers are a hoot!
Anyway, I’ll keep looking, so don’t waste any time or anything.
Thanks
Cindy
And if any of the rest of you have any suggestions, I’ll be glad to hear them.
i agree. The Top should be at her elbow to control any mishaps and perhaps hurry her along with a few smacks on the bottom. There, also, would be no confusion over texting while being punished.
Why oh why do I find that appealing? I think I should go have a nap or something.
Yes, I think you should, Scarlet, encouraging Tops and seeing ginger roots where none are.
Cindy, I am feeling doubtful (and a little faint) at the thought that you’ve come here for tips? Surely just grammar and not prompts! Although you can’t go wrong with our expert grammarian here.
Two thoughts from me: writers are readers. I’ve never known a decent writer who didn’t read anything they could get their hands on, including cereal boxes, if that’s all the breakfast table offered. And reading better writers makes one a better writer. Okay, that’s two already.
The third thing is you have to fall in love with words. You have to love the way they sound, and relish the beauty of the just right word, that so perfectly epresses a thought. Often you have to go to poetry to fall in love that way. They’re not too old for Dr, Seuss and Shel Silverstein. Dev would tell you that you can fall in love reading Shakespeare, and he’sright about that, but your kids are mostly not ready for it yet.
Better that they fall in love with a story. I think that’s where it begins.
I am not commenting anymore using my iPad. I thought I corrected all the auto corrects, but I didn’t. Who wrote this auto correct program anyway?
I’m laughing hard at what you said about coming here for tips! I really meant tips for finding a good online resource, but hey, any tips will be appreciated.
We DO read Seuss! I forgot about Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends was one of my very favorite books. I need to remember that next week. They mostly bring books from school that they have to do projects or reports on. I let them all read the stuff they brought and then they take turns with the books I bring.
The public schools in my area do a crap job of teaching kids to write. I was a product of it and I can vouch for it.
I’m hoping these kids will learn to love to read. Is that something that can be learned, do you think? I don’t remember when it started for me. My dad read a lot. There were always tons of books around the house. I’ve just always read. I’m amazed when people tell me they don’t read for fun.
I’ll read anything if it’s a good story. And I’ve learned a lot from cereal boxes. But I didn’t have to resort to that very often. My dad never stopped me from reading at the table. I think he realized early on that if I was reading and eating, I couldn’t be talking too.
You know, when I glanced in the rear view mirror yesterday morning and saw the blue flashing lights coming up behind me, it occured to me in that split second that the stomach dropping panic I felt as I pulled over was probably very similar to what you feel when you know you’re getting a spanking.
Is it anything like that? I wonder if that’s what this girl is thinking as she hops up the stairs.
Actually, I think you’ll find this is the logical conclusion to the ‘sag’ pants trend, started in US prisons. This girl is clearly edgy and possibly, a gangsta.
Hahahahahahaha. Hopefully the poor thing would have had on at least a thong. I’ve seen that look.
Cindy, did the policeman spank you, give you a ticket or did he give you a choice?
Cindy, the love of reading can develope, I didn’t read when I was very young, we had only a few books at home. I do remember my dad taking me to the library, I think you had to either be six or finish first grade to get it, I forget. I loved reading cereal boxes at breakfast and comic books. I guess the Adventures of John, Jean, and Judy never grabbed my interest. Once I found a book I liked I got hooked, maybe fourth or fifth grade. So keep encouraging them, look at the Harry Potter series.
The girl in the picture has no panties on that is why she is going upstairs, her bottom got chafed from her jeans.
I am tired,
I need a bedtime. Someone tell me to go to bed. 
Well that certainly stirred the pot! I’m just home from work and catching up.
Paul, such a photo does renew one’s faith in the future of humankind, doesn’t it? And Nik, given dd’s concern over the Health and Safety issue, your suggestion absolutely has merit, although making her proceed on her own would be my preference.
It does indeed resemble a peeled ginger root in her hand, Scarlet, and I am proud of you for noticing that. Now the question is, will she have to install it herself, or will he do the honors when he comes up to tend to her?
Alice and Mindy, I really don’t see marks on her bottom. I think that’s just the way the light is falling on it. If there are marks, they are probably from yesterday.
Cindy, I agree it looks like she is texting, but her body language also suggests looking down at the ginger in serious trepidation. And there is nothing wrong with your ability to string words together. Your grammar and syntax are quite good in fact. I wouldn’t look for outside help if I were you. People teach themselves to write, as the girls said by reading, and of course by doing. Give the kids a topic and let them run with it.
dd, it appears to me that she is quite adept at this particular maneuver, as if she has done it before, trudged up the stairs with her trousers down AND fastened – I did notice that – so she is in no danger. Well, not from falling in any case.
Loki, on behalf of my people, I apologize to the world for the droopy drawers look, regardless where it came from. However, if there were more instances of this extreme version of the style, I might rethink my position.
I think he wanted to spank me, Kaki Ann. He was mad. He made me get out of my car and go sit in his. That’s never happened to me before. Now I have to go to “stupid driver” school.
kaki Ann, I think you need to go to bed now. You’ve had a busy couple of days and I think you need some good sleep.
How was that, kaki?
I had to Google the ginger root thing. I finally figured it out… I’m just befuddled again.
These kids are great and I think they’ll do well. I like working with them. I just want to help them as much as I can.
And before I forget, Pirates seem to be partial to girls in lavender dresses. I’m not sure why. But lavender dresses feature prominently in every pirate book I’ve read.
Night, everybody.
Kaki, go to bed right now, young lady. I mean it.
You must have been very naughty for the policeman take you to sit in his car, I guess he chickened
out at the last moment and decided not to spank you.
If you decide to be a Top or a switch you may want to practice your telling off skills. But since the words are all doubled at this point I bid you all good night.
Goodnight, professor.
Cindy, that is what I meant.
I certainly do see what you mean, Kaki!
Cindy, she’s using it to cook with, that’s why it’s found in the produce section. She must have gotten in trouble in the kitchen. What did you think?
Scarlet, I will never be able to walk through the produce section again, without thinking of … you. And if I ever see fresh ginger in someones cart, I will always wonder. I’m sticking with the ground stuff in the bottle from now on.
Omigod, I just thought of something. I went to every barber shop in the area a few years ago to find a leather razor strop for a friend of mine who wanted one to use to sharpen his knives. One of the barbers was kind enough to order one for me. I’ve seen pictures of them since and I KNOW what people use them for. You don’t think any of those barbers doubted my story do you? Every single one of them made comments, like “gosh, it’s been a long time since anybody asked to buy one of those!” I thought it was because nobody uses straight razors any more. God, I see some of them a lot. I have to walk by one shop on my way from the office to the bank. He waves at me through the window. No, he’s old and he used to cut my dad’s hair. He doesn’t know about that… God, I’m going to be beet red when I walk by there tomorrow. I won’t be able to look Uncle Sid in the eye.
I know one thing – this ain’t for the faint hearted.
Hmmm, wasn’t there an Uncle Sid who used to blog about spanking girls with razor strops?
I expect there was an Uncle Somebody who blogged about using a razor strop, Scarlet.
Good story, Cindy! Just goes to show you really do have to be careful what you ask for, and from whom.
I had a razor strop that I found in an antique shop. I kept it for years, but only part of a real one can be used to spank a girl, and even then it’s a bit clumsy. Eventually I cut down the usable part into a tawse that I used for a while and then gave away to a deserving girl’s Top.
Wait – I can DO that? Just decide? Maybe I’ve been a Top all along. Maybe that’s why I have not been successful in my quest. Men would like that, right? Heck, what am I saying, men like anything done to them.
Oooo. I need to practice.
“Get over here now, I need to spank you!”
Ok, I’ve got the voice for it. But I need some serious weight training. That looks pretty physical.
What if my friend really didn’t want one to sharpen his knives… No, he collected knives and I’ve seen him run the blades up and down the old leather belt he had hanging in the garage. I’m sure that’s what he needed it for. But it was kind of odd that he asked me to find one for him. HE goes to the barber shop, after all, not me. But I thought it was just because I was good at finding stuff…
And I Googled Uncle Sid and shaving strops and didn’t find anything, so I think you’re fibbing, Scarlet. AND I THINK THAT’S AGAINST THE RULES!
Get over here NOW, Scarlet!
Cindy > just practicing.
Oh, and Bree? Sorry about the whole “bug on the eyeball” thing, I wasn’t really trying to scare you. It never showed up the way it was supposed to anyway.
Cindy
Cindy, love the new avatar! I think this is much more you–this girl looks like she’s walking right toward trouble.
I did see the bug on the eyeball, but I could only peek at it from between my fingers.
I googled razor strops, too, and I can tell you I would sit very quietly for a long time if I thought there was one anywhere within a five mile radius.
We should ask Alice if she has ever polished one for Nik, though.
Cindy, the new Avatar is great, a real improvement and definitely 100% better than the bug on the eye which was a touch too daliesque for my sensitive psyche!
Razor strops are seriously eeep! I am ever so thankful that whilst BBH wet shaves he uses modern safety blades and not one of those scary cut throat ones with it’s requisite sharpening aid! Hmmm, I do seem to be the Health and Safety guru on this particular thread. Doubtless Nic will shortly appear to reassure us that by having a girl oil his razor strop it is pliable as silk and barely hurts at all!
Scarlet and dd, strops are a force to be reckoned with, although it’s odd that in England a ‘strop’ is what a girl has instead of a tantrum or a severe case of the sulks. These strops are anything but silky, quite spiky in fact, and need to be sorted out forthwith and all. I doubt that even Nik would make the silky argument for the other type of strop.
I shan’t make that argument. However, it does occur to me that the razor strop may be why it was rare for a girl to enter the barbershop, leaving it to the domain of men. What with a strop hanging from every chair.
Nik makes lots of silky arguments, but we all know what’s behind them. Oh! You meant about the strops.
Yeah, that eyeball thing kind of backfired on me.
My new avatar is designed to let people know that I am now a Top.
Razor strops – silent sentinels round one of the last bastions of male exclusivity. I like it, Nik.
Yeah,that buggy eyeball creeped everybody out.
And yes, dd, the new avitar is to let people know that I have made the change to a Top. I’ve decided that I am much better suited to being in charge, rather than being in the charge of someone else.
Devlin, I’m sure you will agree that my new classification affords me many liberties not heretofore available to the bottoms that reside way down there. (peers out over the edge)
I’m around a lot. I can probably keep control of these bottoms for you if you have to be gone or anything.
It’s why I’m never going back in the barber shop!
No way, Cindy. I know better. The leopard cannot change its shorts.
Scarlet,
I found this new avatar for you to use
Can I at least boss them around? How about Mindy. Can I practice on her?
But this leopard didn’t change its shorts. It was always a leopard.
Wait – am I the leopard or are you the leopard. If you’re the leopard, what am I?
That’s a cool picture! Doesn’t seem very practical, barbering in that outfit.
Barbers were always closed on Mondays. I think it had something to do with the Barber union.
Hi, we haven’t been formally introduced. I’m Cindy. Fellow Top.
I cannot believe how fast I can run a whole crowd of people off.
No bossing people around, Cindy. Still not buying the Top thing.
How about just Mindy.
It’s truly not hard for you to avoid answering stupid questions, is it.
I’m impressed.
I misread Dev’s comment above thinking it was from Scarlet. I got scared
thinking that she was making adjustments to razor strops to make them a tawse. Then actually giving to a Top. Good thing I reread it. 
Dev, thanks for packing me off to bed last night.
Sometimes I need a little encouragement. 
11:30 is too late some nights,seeing that I get up at 6 a.m. (but go back to bed ’til 7)
Can I at least sit on the front step and wait for Mindy to come home from work? I won’t boss her.
I seriously need a time bomb smiley.
Kaki, oh Kaki! Have you been asleep since The Boss sent you to bed last night?>
You’ll talk to me won’t you, Kaki? You’re all rested now and everything.
Hey, good news! I’m a Top now!
Hi Cindy, no, I’ve been busy catching up on some cleaning and putting Christmas decorations away. It’s been a tad busy here the past couple days.
I think you should work your way from the bottom to the Top.
Nah, I’m fast tracking it. Is there another room in this house that I don’t know about where people go to talk, because it was full of people here awhile ago and then [Poof] they all disappeared.
And just so you know, the doctor gave me some new pills to try to put me to sleep, so if I [Poof], that means they worked.
I’m getting tired myself. Where is Professor O’Neill when I need him to suggest I go to bed.
I’d practice on you, but I’m not allowed. But if you TOLD me to boss you, then it would probably be alright. We didn’t talk about if the person allowed me to boss them.
Loophole!
Sorry, but I need an experienced Top, Cindy. I don’t obey that easily, or at all sometimes.
k.
Night, Kaki.
And thanks for saving my life last weekend.
Cindy
BTW, I think I told you in the bylaws of the Devlin O’Neill’s Web Log that all right is NOT to be spelled as alright.
Don’t even think about quoting the dictionary. You’ve been warned. 
Did anyone mention that I am a bit of a tattle tale?
You are welcome. Glad everything was all right.
Kaki, it’s late. Go to bed right this minute, young lady. And no back talk.
ha. betcha ain’t tattling now, are you kaki…
I didn’t mean I tattled on myself, Cindy.
that doesn’t work, kaki. i tried it already. couple times.
It means I’m on Top.
No, it does not! It looks Toppy. I looks Toppier than Mary Poppings for heavens sakes.
Ha!
Word.
Kaki, what are you doing still up, young lady? I said go to bed, and you’d better not make me tell you again. :waits:
She’s gone, Dev. I ran her off.
Yes, well, we’ll see.
Goodnight, Sir.
Cindy, Kaki is very experienced at being a naughty girl. Why, sometimes it even takes two
to sort her out! 
I am an
. Stick with me and you’ll never be in trouble. 
Nik, yikes! It looks like she’s tied to the barber chair with the strop! I’ll pass on the new avatar–it might give people ideas.
Sure you were, Kaki. Goodnight.
Em, you do make us laugh.
Goodnight, all.
Hi Em! I’m just heading off to bed myself, but it was good to bump into you.
Cindy, if you’re really serious about being a Top, then you could learn a lot from Dev and Nik.
They’re very good at knowing how to make a girl’s heart race. Have you considered who you might be a Top of, btw? Girls? Boys? Puppies? 
Night, Dev. I haven’t forgotten my assignment, btw. Just wanted you to know. I still have five days.
Yeah, Kaki said those exact same words when I first showed up here. You can’t trust anybody!
Are there any more options, Scar? Because, frankly, at the end of the heart racing, I was hoping for a little … more, know what I mean?
I don’t know if I would be physically capable of Topping a boy and while I adore girls, the more after might be a concern.
I’m thinking this may be more of a spectator sport for me after all.
And now that sleeping pill has worn off. Crap. I didn’t even make it to the bedroom.
Goodnight, Scarlet. It’s been
chez Em lately, but I’m hoping that’s about to end and I’ll be around more. I seem to have missed a lot, including a trip to Gilligan’s 
! 
Cindy, I think you’re supposed to lay down when you take those pills, not stay up chatting online. But beware, Dev gets a bit scary when
are mentioned.
He doesn’t like doctors? I’m not fond of them either, but robbing a pharmacy is just not an option for me any more.
So, where are you from, Em? You live on the East Coast or the West Coast?
Oooooo! Em, you have recipes on your blog! Spanking AND recipes. You just might be perfect!
I’ll take the pill later tomorrow night. Now I just feel naseous and stupid.
Hmm, who wants to boss me around? I’m not easy to handle, Cindy.
I hope you finally got some sleep. It’s already past midnight. 
Em, I missed you! See if you can keep Cindy out of trouble.
Nik, where’s Alice? Have you been keeping her busy polishing your straps?
Scarlet, does that mean we have something to look forward to? I love your writing.
I thought Dev was joking when he mentioned handing out homework recently.
It didn’t work out, Mindy. I tried to get The Professor to let me have you to practice bossing on. He wasn’t having any of it. I’m re-thinking the whole Top thing.
I still think I could do it. But Kaki just laughed at my effort.
How was your day? Good day?
Oooh, cool, I love Scarlet’s words. Can we make her get up and read it to all of us?
Doesn’t my new avatar look nice and Toppy, Mindy?
It does look nice but not Toppy.
Here’s a song for all the Angels on the blite (
sing to the tune of Angels by Robbie Williams):
I stand and wait
Does a stern Top contemplate my fate
And does he know
The corners where I’ll go
When I’m overly bold
‘Cause I have been told
That naughtiness makes his belt unfold
So when I’m bent over the bed
Thoughts running through my head
And when penance’s to be paid
His bratty angel I am
And through it all he offers me direction
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m good or bad
And to the woodshed
Wherever he may take me
I know that he won’t hurt me
When I come to call, he won’t forsake me
His bratty angel I am
When I’m feeling brash
And my will heads down one way street
He looks at me
And I know I’ll submit to him willingly
And as the feeling grows
He blisters my pale bottom
And when penance’s paid
His bratty angel I am
And through it all he offers me direction
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m good or bad
And to the woodshed
Wherever he may take me
I know that he won’t hurt me
When I come to call, he won’t forsake me
His bratty angel I am
Dev, I don’t think that me getting spanked with two paddles should give reason for anyone to laugh.
Em, I remember when you were my friend.
Scarlet, you are up awfully late.
Is Roman away? 
Are you writing about one of your naughty adventures?
Hey, Mindy, that was very nice.
I never heard that song before.
Somehow Cindy thinks a picture of a little girl with pigtails looks Toppy. I think she needs to do more research on Tops.
Maybe Dev was laughing at the ludicrous image of Em being an
? 
Mindy, I am sure that is what it was. Thanks, I should have thought of that.
Mindy, that’s wonderful! I like the thought of being a bratty angel. Dev, we need a new little picture thingy!
Can you find one that combines all of these? That should do it!
Cindy, I’m glad you’ve decided not to be a Top. We would have had to lock you out of the brat cave!
@ Kaki.
What should she wear, a leather corset and thigh high boots
@ Mindy, great parody, I’d love to hear Robbie sing that version, that would make the moral majority (sic), sit up and take notice.
Warm
Paul
Robbing a pharmacy just might get you sent to the corner, Cindy. Dev doesn’t have anything against doctors. In fact, if you’re not feeling well you should tell him right away!
Hi Paul! Do you have a Moral Majority, too? I thought we were the only lucky ones.
@ Scarlet,
Doesn’t everyone?
Though I don’t consider them worthy of caps.
Warm
Paul.
Why do people think I’ll be polishing straps? I’m way too good. Poor Nik is sat twiddling his thumbs with nothing to do, and no one to practise his Toppy skills on.
Cindy, the idea of that being a Toppy avatar is very funny. She looks like she’s been told to do something she doesn’t want to do, and is having a major strop about it.
Love the parody, Mindy.
Hi, Em, good to see you, you’ve been missed. There’s been no completely outrageous brattiness here for a bit.
Good morning! Everyone is up and doing very early today I see. Well, those on this continent anyway.
Mindy, that is very, very, splendid work, and thank you!
Cindy, I agree with Alice regarding the avatar, but you know that Paul is kidding about the corset and thigh boots, right? Just checking.
Scarlet, I was just about to ask how your assignment was coming along, but I see you’re way ahead of me. As to the smiley you asked for, I’m not sure even what that might look like. I’m still looking for a thermometer smiley.
Em, doctoring
is serious business, and I take the doctoring 
I do very seriously indeed. 
If only the moral majority could merge with the silent majority, the world would be a calmer place.
Hee Hee
Dev,
absob****ylutely.
Warm
Paul.
Hey, Alice “ixnay on the ropstray”!
And I thought she looked like she was marching off to sort out a brat!
Mindy, that was a good song. Everyone is so talented around here.
How about that “edit post” thingie? Any more thoughts about that, hummm?
And I would never be caught with a corset and boots avatar! That’s just tacky.
Wait – have you been talking to Scarlet?!
Hi, Paul. We haven’t been formerly introduced.
I’m Cindy, Former Top, currently residing somewher below Bottom.
Pleased to meet you.
Yes. No.
K! I’ll get back to you on that.
You know, a girl should be allowed to fix her mistakes before being punished. That seems only fair, right?
It was you lot that insisted on dressing me as a sexy gopher. When I’m not under the influence, I mean when you are not influencing me I’m as good as gold.
Oh, I see the problem, Cindy. You have me confused with someone who is fair.
Mindy, I love your version of the song! As I am frequently an angel, albeit this is not often recognised; and have occasionally been accused of being a brat, a charge I normally deny; I must also fall into the bratty angel brigade.
Ahem.
Well? What was I supposed to think!
He specifically addressed me about the tacky avatar idea.
Don’t think I don’t know that you all just LOVE to tattle on each other.
Nobody likes a tattle tale, you know.
:-p
Ok, so I had to make my weekly trek to the bank and I have to walk along the front of Uncle Sid’s barber shop (or Barber Emporium as he calls it) and there’s full glass along the front. He usually waves and I wave back and keep going. I was not looking forward to this today, after our conversation yesterday and I slowed down. There were no cars in front of that particular establishment so I was worried that he didn’t have any customers. If that is the case, then he likes to come out and chat. He never waves me in, I think Uncle Sid doesn’t think that ladies belong in the Barber Emporium. I edged up to the side of the window and I could see there was nobody in the chair. And Uncle Sid was gone too, he must be in the back. So I hurried up and when I got to the middle of the window, he came out of the back room. I waved and picked up my step but here he came.
I don’t know how many of you live in a small town, but those of you who do will relate to the rest of my story. I was already nervous about our conversation yesterday about barbers and strops, so I know I was blushing. And Uncle Sid proceeds to ask me if I managed to get that opossum out of my attic (I had an issue last fall) and that if I needed any help that he would be glad to send his grandson Billy out to help me. Uncle Sid has been trying to fix me up with his grandson since we were 11. Bill is a really nice guy and a good friend, but he bats for the other team and I don’t think Uncle Sid knows that. I was kind of walking sideways and telling him that the opossum problem has been taken care of and thanks, Uncle Sid and he warns me what kind of damage a critter can do to your roof supports if you don’t keep them out of the attic.
I was just about to make it beyond his storefront (he won’t follow you past there)when he reached out and grabbed the sunglasses off my face and practically screamed, “Girl! What did you do to your EYE!” Oh, God, just open up the ground and take me now, please. And I’m trying to shut him up and tell him I walked into a door and it’s fine and Jack from the bank comes walking by heading to lunch at the diner and Uncle Sid makes him look at my eye and by the time I escape, I got 4 people poking at my face and telling me what I need to do.
By the time supper rolls around, everybody in town will know that, yet again, John Quinn’s crazy daughter has managed to f…oul herself up.
I ask you, is it any wonder why it feels like my head is about to pop off at any moment? I’m exhausted and it’s only noon.
So? How’s everybody else’s day going? Good?
I suppose telling him to mind his own business is out of the question, huh?
Well, that didn’t occur to me, but no, I couldn’t say that. It’s Uncle Sid!
We only are keeping Dev informed of critical developments. That is not the same as tattling. Tattling might result in a girl getting spanked.
Yes, I get that. You showed great restraint, Cindy.
Dev! It’s Uncle Sid! Clearly out of the question!
Cindy, you are using aliases in your above story, yes? If not, Dev can fix that for you…
No, Uncle Sid is his real name, Scarlet.
Sheesh, Cindy, not your best idea!. Let’s try it this way…
Cindy was just passing by my dad’s barber shop when he looked up from sharpening razors on his strop. He looked up and waved at her, wishing to be friendly, Dad, or Uncle Clive as Cindy knows him, came to the door to talk. He offered my son’s help with her possum problem, Ben is a good, upright young man even if he and Cindy just never seemed to hit it off at the right moment. She declined any help, politely. Dad wondered why Cindy was wearing dark glasses on such an overcast day and, worried for her safety, he removed them, handing them to her to put away.
Now we all know that Cindy is trifle accident prone and her explanation that she stepped on a broom whilst sweeping up the remains of the mess the possums left appeared completely plausible and we explained this to young Gill from the bank who expressed concern as he passed by on his way to lunch.
Everyone in the town is concerned that Cindy’s eye recovers quickly and we mention to Thomas Quigley that his delightful daughter needs to put a steak on it to bring the swelling down.
Ok,guys, it free taco night at the pool hall and you know what that means!
Tequila!
See you all later if you don’t get sent to bed.
And frozen peas work better than a steak, dd. kaki taught me that. Any steak around here is going on the grill. For a minute or two.
Kaki is probably right, Cindy, frozen peas are reknowned around here to reduce any bruising! Although don’t leave it on for too long, eyes are very sensitive.
Cindy, I think you should be sent to bed before too many free tacos go to your head, but sadly, Dev isn’t here to do it! Have fun.
I like this Uncle Clive. I believe he is Uncle Devlin’s long lost brother, just returned from the jungles of Vietnam where he didn’t know the war was over. He’s stuck in the 70s with Bob Dylan and the Grateful Dead, and Uncle Devlin has welcomed him with open arms. We have to catch him up on forty years…how to start?
Cindy, we don’t always get sent to bed! Normally girls with a bedtime go there of their own volition. Just occasionally we need some encouragement to scurry us along!
Tequila and free tacos in most cases are their own punishment, but I do hope Cindy isn’t driving.
And as you girls know, Uncle Clive isn’t the only one around here stuck in the 70s.
You know I can remember back in the day when peopel went out to the bar and stayed past 9pm. now they come eat the free tacos and go home. thats whats wrong with this country by god/
Cindy, I see by your typing that you had more than just the free tacos at the bar, so drink lots and lots of water before you go to bed, young lady.
Thanks
:-(
You’re welcome. Is that a jellyfish?
Why is everyone talking about things I don’t even want to think about? Becoming a Top, failing at becoming a top, razor strops (eeeks), and (worst of all) homework.
Dev, you know I am an angel
, I will never be made to do homework, am I? 
yes it is
Hi, Rike! Lovely to see you again. Just keep in mind that homework isn’t punishment – well, not always. Sometimes I give assignments because I want girls to say something they need to say anyway only they don’t quite know how.
And no, I don’t know anything of the sort, young lady. :waits:
Fascinating.
But it is! Punishment, I mean. For me, at least. You know, having to do homework in a foreign language, constantly struggling for words and spelling is pretty aggravating.
But I am glad to be back here, too, though I still have to ask to ask for permission before using the computer.
Rike, Dev is often absent-minded when it comes to remembering what
we are. It is our duty to constantly remind him. 
Mindy, wonderful song! I don’t believe I’m familiar with the original, I’ll have to go have a listen a bit later.
Congratulations, this was Chrossed.
Does that mean all bedtimes are suspended and we can relax the rules tonight? 
Congrats, Dev!
Of course it does, Kaki, on your side of the pond anyway! Congratulations, Dev!
Em, I think it’s probably more familiar to those across the pond as Robbie Williams is an English singer-songwriter.
Rike, sorry I missed this earlier; Sorry you’re still on restriction but I know there is a good reason, and it will make you a better girl in the long run. You know I have to say that, right?
And I wouldn’t give you a long assignment in English, if I did give you one.
Thanks for the congratulations, everyone, and Kaki,
no.
Oh and dd, I know you’re asleep now, or had better be, but it’s a really bad idea to be giving that sort of advice, young lady. :waits:
Sometimes, I do wish I have a bedtime.
Do you not have anyone to tell you when to go to bed, Mindy? You can tell yourself when it’s time. Or I’ll help you. If I see you getting tired, I’ll just tell you. Ok? We’ll make sure you get plenty of sleep. You don’t have to work on Sunday, do you? You can sleep in tomorow. It’s still afternoon there, right?
It’s hard to tell myself to go to bed if I’m engrossed in a book or reading online.
Yes, it’s nearly 4pm in the afternoon here. I slept in today as I was so tired. I don’t need to work on Sundays but I can’t sleep in too late tomorrow as friends are coming over for lunch.
And if you sleep in too late tomorrow, then you can’t go to sleep when you need to tomorrow night and then it just cycles like that all week, right?
What are you cooking for your friends?
They’re bringing a plate each. I’ll make honey soy chicken wings and a dessert. Nice and easy lunch.