She Said/He Said – Speeding
Speed Hurts, She Said
by Princess Anastasia and Devlin O’Neill
I think of my driving speed as a “tree falling in a forest without people to hear” issue. I mean, if no one sees that you’re moving very quickly, are you really going too fast?
I say, “Don’t be silly. Of course not.”
The problem is, he saw.
But that wasn’t strictly my fault. He wasn’t supposed to be standing on the porch, watching for me to come home from the pharmacy with his pain medication. He was supposed to be moaning on the couch after a trip to the dentist.
If I had known he was going to spy on me — his angel of mercy –, I would have turned the Seger CD off, which would have automatically decreased my rpm’s by several spins, and we would both be happy at this point.
But he doesn’t look happy. He looks — anything but.
This is not what I needed on top of the ache in my jaw after a root canal. I just wanted some fresh air and to stretch my back after sitting in the dentist’s chair all morning, which is why I was out on the porch to watch my wife zoom along the boulevard and then into our driveway like Mario Andretti making a quick pit stop. Our street is quiet in the early afternoon, traffic sparse even for a residential neighborhood, but I hardly needed a radar gun to know she made her final approach at least 20 miles an hour above the speed limit. I know she knows better, because I have spoken to her about her lead foot several times.
This is truly, truly bizarre. But I could just almost swear I can see that little muscle toward the back of his jaw sort of doing that little hop, skip and jump thing it does when he’s a little bit irritated at me.
Although I don’t think it’s really possible for it to be so noticeable from a good 15 feet away. It must be the way the sun is sort of skimming over his adorable face up there on the porch.
Or maybe the dentist touched a nerve … because I’m pretty sure I couldn’t see that little signal from this distance — unless he was really, really — well, never mind.
It might be a good idea, though, to give him a minute to sort of mellow out. Maybe he’ll forget that little tiny tire squeal-y thing when I pulled in the driveway.
I’ll just gather up all the little scraps of paper in the console and look for some loose change in the passenger seat and fluff up the nap in the carpet a little and maybe by then …
Or maybe not.
My goodness. His eyes seem a little squinty, too, and that right eyebrow is definitely higher than the left one.
It’s amazing the detail it’s possible to pick out from this distance.
That’s right. Just sit there and pretend you don’t see me glaring daggers at you, sweetheart. The kids aren’t home so you know you’re going to get it as soon as I pull you inside, so why are you stalling? You know it’s only going to be worse if I have to come and get you. All right, let’s see how many steps I have to take before she jumps out of that car.
Getting out of car. Getting out of car. Hurrying before he comes down the steps.
Looking toward the sun, because sunshine is a good thing. Bright sunshine is an excellent thing. It will help me with my plan — for which I need very misty eyes.
This is important, first, though: My handsome beloved thought about being in law enforcement once. He says he didn’t really, but he signed up to do the Citizens Police Academy, so it sort of follows — don’t you think?
Anyway, while he was involved in the academy thing, he got to ride around in an “official” car with an “official” law enforcement person and he saw lots of speeders.
He says I’m faster than the best of them, but I’m sure that’s a slight exaggeration. Maybe than 95 percent of them.
He also says women speeders do the most amazing things to get out of tickets. Some of them flash some cleavage (or some other naughty bits which I am too much a lady to actually spell out for you), and some of them pass over phone numbers, and some of them plead emergencies, and some of them cuss a blue streak — and none of it works. He says.
If you are speeding, you’re going to get caught and you’re going to get punished. End of story.
Which is why I always confess immediately if I am so unfortunate as to be stopped by someone involved in law enforcement.
I take off my sun glasses with fingers that tremble just the slightest little bit, and I look up at the officer and let a tear make its way slowly down my cheek, and I whisper in my best and softest and most sincerely shamed voice, “I am so sorry, Sir. This just breaks my heart that I have caused you such distress. I know you must have been so worried about my safety or you would never have gone to all this trouble to stop me and tell me about it. I just want you to know how grateful I am for your concern and to tell you I will always remember your kindness and I will never, ever, for the rest of my life go above the speed limit again. I’m just so …” (and then I usually sort of bat my eyelashes and let some more of that watery stuff around my blue, blue eyes leak out of the corners, and I smile a shaky little “sorry” smile, and I end it with) “… sorry I’ve been such a bad girl.”
And I drive away at a nice safe speed with a warning. Only.
My handsome beloved, who is not looking his most loving at the moment and is — oh, my gosh — headed for the steps, has no idea how well this works, because he has no idea how often I have to use it.
If he did, I would probably not have to work very hard at all at tears in my eyes and a sorry speech. And the reason why is, he is almost never moved by the tears I come up with to avoid punishment, but he dearly loves moving me to tears when he is handing out the punishment.
This never stops me from trying, however, because it’s worth any effort to keep him from creating tears all by himself.
So, I’m sort of staring hard at that bright old sun as I get out of the car in a hurry, and I’m sort of moving contritely up the side walk, and I’m sort of climbing the front porch steps very humbly, and I’m sort of giving him a trembly, teary little smile and …
Oh for pity’s sake, she’s going to try it. I shouldn’t be surprised I guess, but it’s almost funny, the way she always thinks that welling up before I even say anything will make me all soft and squishy or something. Still, it does tell me she knows she’s got it coming, and that’s a plus. And I really don’t feel like talking even though the tooth hurts less than I thought it would. I’ll let my hand do most of the communicating today. She seems to understand that sort of language better anyhow, that and my glares. I’ll just keep mum and allow her to scold herself for the most part, and prompt her if need be. She knows what she did wrong, and I’ll bet she will tell herself off if I just give her the chance. That’s right, honey, take my hand with both of yours – no, don’t pull back. We’re going right inside where it’s quiet, and you can tell me all about it while I pull your little panties down.
If I just sort of snuggle up a little — no, well, he’s not very snuggly at the moment, I guess.
So maybe I’ll coax him out in the sunshine and we’ll just walk around the yard — it’s so pretty out today — and we’ll talk about this little problem so calmly for a minute, and he’ll see it’s no big deal since I’m all safe and sound and nothing was damaged and nobody was hurt …
No, well, he’s not moving with me either, even though I’m sort of tugging with both hands.
So I need some tears to start trickling a little, and if I just sort of hold his hand up to my cheek and let a tear sort of slide along his finger …
No, no, wait –
I don’t want to go inside.
“Okay, honey, listen …oh, shoot –!”
But I didn’t say the awful word, even though he’s looking at me like I just made a bad situation a whole lot worse, and somehow he’s holding my hand instead of me holding his hand, and he’s got the door open, and he’s pulling me inside, and he’s not talking at all.
This isn’t a good sign.
He’s going right through the living room and the dining room, and he’s headed for the stairs, and that means he’s headed for the bedroom, and that’s so not good.
I’m trying hard to keep up with him, ’cause I don’t want him one bit madder than he already is, but these darn high heels …
“Listen, honey, I know I was going a little bit fast a minute ago, and I know you don’t like that at all, and I know you’ve told me that before, and I promise it won’t ever happen again. I just wanted to get home with your medicine as quick as I could so you wouldn’t be in pain …”
Darn it, no, that probably wasn’t the right thing to say. I can tell because he sort of breathed really heavy when we hit that last stair step, and he did that thing he does when he tilts his head down and narrows his left eye and the left side of his lip goes up just a little, and he looks so, so out of sorts with me.
And besides, he’s let go of my hand, and he’s just pointing toward the bedroom.
And I’m feeling really, really sorry I ever drove one single bit over the speed limit — ever in my whole life — and it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t had the Seger CD on.
Wait, that’s it.
I’m still walking down the hall, but I’m sort of doing it backwards now because even as scary as he looks, I need him to see how really, really bad I feel and how much it’s going to hurt me to say this. So, here goes …
“Honey, I got just a little carried away, but there’s a reason why I didn’t realize I was going too fast. See, I had my favorite CD on. And I know now that just sort of makes me forget to watch my speed. So, even though it will break my heart, I know I need to give that silly old CD up. I’ll just run back down to the car and get it, and I’ll give it to you, and you can just smash it to pieces so I’ll never speed –”
Oh, shoot! Not working, not working.
“Not my panties! Please, please, I won’t ever …”
I knew it, and there she goes. Oh my gods, not the ‘I did it for you’ defense. Okay, okay, try not to smile, she’s getting there, the panic is just setting in, and I haven’t had to say a word, just the look so far. She has got so good at scolding herself now I might never have to do it again. Well, that isn’t true, I like to, I like to see that look on her face when she’s staring down, trying to not meet my eyes until I make her look at me, and … what’s that? The Seger CD? Seger made you speed? You’re killing me, little girl, you really are, and it’s just a good thing my jaw does hurt a bit or I’d be grinning right now.
All right, over you go, missy, and with a lot less wriggling and back yanking than usual, so you do know you’ve got this coming, don’t you? And you want me to what?
Oh, honey, that’s just too precious, smash up your CD, like you couldn’t burn another one off the iTunes files in about ninety seconds. Still, the offer warrants a firm headshake and a grumbled ‘no,’ which might mean anything but hopefully you’ll take it as meaning I’m not buying the Seger defense either, or at least that I don’t intend to take out my righteous indignation on an undeserving artifact.
Oh I remember these panties, and I think you were wearing them the last time I spanked you, unless you have more than one pair with little pink stars all over them. Very cute, but speaking of stars it’s time for you to start seeing some, young lady, so first these go down, and there it is, all white and clenched and ready. Or not. Waist grabbed, arm up, deep breath, and make it red so she remembers.
No-o-oh, wait! I want a do-over.
How long between cool air and hot hand? Not long enough.
Don’t clench. He likes jiggle, or it won’t count.
But I can’t help it.
Oh! — My!! — Gosh!!!
That’s right, little girl, you just squeal all you want to, and I have scarcely begun. I really should scold or she’ll think something’s wrong but I really like just listening to the claps and her shrieks. Still …
“How many times do I have to tell you to ease up on that gas pedal, missy, hm? A dozen? Twenty? A hundred? If I do have to I will, and every time you’ll get a spanking just like this one, young lady, one you’ll remember at least until I have to give you another one. Is that what you want, darling? Is it? Do you want to have to drive for the rest of your life sitting on a sore bottom? Because if that’s what it takes to make you slow down, I have absolutely no problem blistering your rear end every single time you speed. Is that what you need, young lady, hm?”
“I didn’t think so, but you deserve every single spank you’re getting now, and I guarantee you’ll feel it for quite a while, the next few hours at least!”
Okay, slow down, final volley, and rub. Whew, I really did scorch it, didn’t I? Well, she deserved it. Still, this is the hardest one in a long time so hopefully I won’t have to repeat it for a while. Right, up you get, little hot cheeks, and sit on my lap.
I c-can’t sit anywhere!
And I need a tissue. And my bottom stings so bad — I just want to rub and rub and cry and cry.
I just need him to hold me, ’cause I’m so sorry I’ve been a bad girl, but I can’t tell him that, ’cause I still can’t even breathe very good, and my voice will come out all funny, and I feel embarrassed enough already.
At least he didn’t use anything but his hand. No, m-m-m-mh, don’t want to think about how hard it was.
Wait, he is through, isnt’ he? He’s not gonna fuss at me and then take off his belt or send me to get the hairbrush, is he?
I didn’t go that fast. Really, I didn’t.
And I don’t need any corners, either, please, Sir. I just want you to rub my bottom for me, not look at it. I just want you to hug me and tell me — you know — you still love me, not tell me I deserve a whole lot worse.
Even if I do.
I need some mercy. Pl-pl-please. Sir.
Oh good, it took. I hate seeing her cry but sometimes it’s the only way, and that isn’t even really her tell. It’s when her whole body gives up to me, then I know.
Okay, wiggle back so your bottom isn’t sitting right on my thighs, atta girl, and can I reach the Kleenex and the lotion? Yep.
“Here, honey, it’s all right now, dry your eyes. You were bad and you got spanked and now you’re sorry, so I forgive you. We’re finished, and no corner this time, but if it happens again there will be, and I’ll use my belt. Just nod if you understand. Good girl. I love you, honey.”
Right, now big smile and a kiss.
Huh. My jaw doesn’t hurt at all.
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Dev and Anastasia,
just what the doctor ordered.
This is classical, great stuff.
Warm
Paul.
Cute and sweet story from two perspectives.
Dev, will we see more stories co-authored by you and Anastasia in the future? Please?
Thanks very much, Paul and Mindy! There’s nothing on the drawing board at the moment, but nothing is impossible. Glad you enjoyed it.
I liked that, very very cool. Well done Professor and Anastassia.
Wow! Collaboration! Good times.
Good ending, too.
Thank you, Jay, and thanks, Pygmalion. Very happy you liked it.
It was lots of fun to do, as well. And Devlin, of course, puts wonderful finishing touches on the whole thing, so I am grateful both to him and for the lovely way y’all always accept what he is kind enough to share from what I give him.
P.S. He might have even actually decreased my average speed by a couple of miles per hour while we worked this out!
I confess I dared rise above my calling in life and suggested a slightly different ending.
and we moved on from there. I really, really hate to admit it — but he was right. 
Toppy Devlin said a gracious
Oh well. Can’t win ‘em all.
Ya know what? It’s reading things like this that make me think that Tony is ever so happy that I don’t drive.
An I am sure the rest of England is happy too lol.
Jay, I don’t think you can speed much in London. From memory, traffic was so heavy, and that was more than ten years ago.
Sort of depends where you are and what time of day it is Mindy! We live in a 20 mph speed zone and everyone speeds over the humps to my fury
Oh my, Anastasia and Dev, this was a great collaboration, thank you both!
I now have another reason to add to the list of reasons I don’t drive and am ever more grateful to taxi drivers
20mph, that is slow. But I guessed it needs to be so considering how densely populated London is. In comparison, school zones here are 40km/h (25mph), residential areas are 50km/h and most other roads are 60km/h and higher. I stick to the speed limit as much as possible – not worth the risk and the penalty.
I’m not exactly in London though…. this is sorta where i am….ish http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&tab=wl
ish.
I wonder where Bree, Cindy, Kaki and Scarlet are. Haven’t heard a peep from them.
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?q=map+of+DA6+england&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=0x47d8ae40054b8c09:0x3852b803528282f7,Bexleyheath+DA6&gl=uk&ei=YVycT_HzLdSd8gO7uOnjDg&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&ved=0CC0Q8gEwAA
first one didnt work proper.
4 naughty ones, 4 corners to a room…..dosent take much working out
Oh…should we take a camera? I would really like to see Kaki in a corner, she is just a little too chuffed when others have to be there.
Great idea, dd!
One shot of Kaki. Click. Another one just in case. Click.
Well done, Mindy. Now just e-mail them to Charley…
Sorry forgot the e-mail address – kakisTop@paddles.com
Don’t forget to send one to the Professor, I am sure he could post the picture here and build a story around it. I hear he is pretty good at writing stories.
Ok. Let’s bring up the email program, attach the photos, type a message “Hello, Charley, Kaki is being very obedient. Can she come out of the corner now?”, and click “Send”. All done!
Oh, yes, one to the Professor for his next story.
Jay, definitely copy Dev in. However, Mindy the email to Charley should be more along the lines of – “Charley, this is what Kaki really wants to happen after her next spanking, which is why she teases everyone else about it, please don’t let her down”.
Yes, dd, your email is the better version. Much, much better.
Do you think Charley will go for it though? He might think we’se just messing around.
Well, Jay, he know kaki better than we do, he will probably be pleased for the suggestion, what do you think?
I have to go offline now, so someone, please, watch out for me when Kaki emerges…
Hmmm maybe if we suggest to Charley that cornertime is a good way for him to check that he hasnt missed any spots. And to get some feeling back into his hand before he starts round two?
you guys are having a lot of fun at my expense.
We have your best interest at heart, Kaki.
Goodnight, dd.
Harmless fun i assure you kaki dear.
Harmless fun, and just the merest tad of hopeful schadenfreude!
Glad you liked the bit, dd, and ‘schadenfreude’? You’re really classing up the joint, aren’t you?
Anyway, thanks and goodnight! 
Good evening, Jay and Mindy. I see you two are being EVER so helpful, aren’t you? The shoe may be on the other foot someday, you know, so best be mindful of karma and all that.
Yea, I had to google that word.
Do you see a Top near me? Haven’t had any luck locating one.
Someday isn’t here yet though, is it?
(And I had to Google it too.
)
I haven’t been here in awhile but I see the buses are still running.
Seriously the beginning just caught my eye…I am like this a lot. If I am unattended to for awhile I tend to feel “cop didn’t see it, I didn’t do it”. Don’t get me wrong it’s not a constant thing it’s just certain moods make me a bit vulnerable to speeding, basic weaving in and out of traffic, cutting off ect… I mean I do live in NJ. That stuff is the norm here. My worse offense is texting and driving though, not speeding. I can not tell you how much this is forbidden and how many lashes I have already taken but I can tell you I sometimes don’t learn well and my bestie has bad timing.
Hello, Has2Brat! The buses are always in service here. Watch out for Kaki and Scarlet – you’ll not know what hit you when they are on the roads.
Hello, has2brat, and of course some girls don’t learn right away. Or ever. :waits: Nice to see you again.
Good morning! What a lovely story, Dev and PA, it’s so nice to see things from both sides of the fence. I am dreadful with speed limits. I am sure they have been posted as a suggestion for a scenic pace for those lucky people with lots of time on their hands who didn’t leave late for their appointment. Maybe this is why Roman prefers to drive when we are together, even in my car?
Glad you liked it, Scarlet, and I expect your driving pace leaves a lot to be desired – along with a great many stunned motorists in your dust.
Not so much the other motorists, but my passengers sometimes shriek and cling to the door handles. I tell them a good adrenaline rush gets their heart pumping! I am all about helping my friends.
You can always tell when people have fun writing a story. It just comes through loud and clear. This was very clever and I really enjoyed it.
It was very informative for me, because I would never consider putting myself or other people in danger by driving at speeds beyond that which society deems acceptable.
Okay, that’s a total lie, but it was still fun seeing the two sides, as Scarlet said.
Dev, you and the Princess seem to be on the same wave link, writing wise. I hope we can expect more collaboration in future?
Aha, you girls are back!
It was great fun for me, and I hope for Dev, as well, but a great part of that fun is finding out later that it resonates (don’t you just love double entendres?
) with others, as well.
and I confess I just lap up your kind words and generous thoughts like they are hot fudge drizzled on a sundae. 
but — bottom line 
— you can’t outrun a
Y’all are always a wonderful audience
Just remember, girls, you may be speedy,
Top, in the end!!!
Princess, i would venture to say that about 98% of our behavior is predicated on the belief that we can outrun a Top! Or outmanuever him, anyway. It’s a sacred tenet of our calling…
Hi Mindy!
I was just speechless all day yesterday, Mindy!(no internet – drove me crazy)
I see you are up at the crack of dawn again. Did you have trouble sleeping over the weekend?
Well, yeah, that’s why you writers write, isn’t it?
And if I didn’t think it was possible to outrun or outmaneuver a Top, I’d like as not give up! It’s all part of the fun, don’t you know.
Hahhahaha! I didn’t see this first or I would have just said, “Ditto!”
Mindy, my “e” is sticking on my laptop. It could be from the gravy. Did you say that the keys were easy to pry off so I can clean under there?
I really need the “e”, MIndy.
Cindy, try cleaning it with some alcohol (rubbing, not the bumping kind). The dog popped off one of my arrows and I had a hard time snapping it back on and it staying there and now it is lost.
I am so happy you girls found a new subject to discuss besides me.
I got it all off the top of the key, the problem is underneath. I think it’s better now, I’m not missing any “e’s”. But I spilled that stuff weeks ago and htis is hte first time I’ve noticed the ‘e’ sticking, so maybe it’s something else.
I’ve taken the keys off my pc keyboard and the only problem I’ve ever had is with the spacebar. It has a spring and that was a nightmare.
Kaki, what makes you think that?
Kaki, how did the “dog” pop one of your keys off?
Didn’t you read yesterday’s posts? dd took a picture of Kaki in the corner at Mindy and Jay’s suggestion.
Eating at the keyboard is the most ironclad of spanking offenses.
As I read the second paragraph in your original comment the first time, I could actually see the nose on your avatar growing longer!
So I was very happy to see that you copped to it in the next line. And speaking of cops, how is Deputy Dan?
(Glad you liked it.
)
Thanks very much, Polly! Glad you liked it, and delighted to see you.
Fell awake at 4am but managed to fall back asleep later for an hour. Now, it’s time to get to work. I think my brain is stressed with work.
I hate it when I don’t have internet access too. I think I’m addicted!
Well we had to do something to entertain ourselves…..none of the usual suspects was around.
Sir, are there ANY not-spankable offenses in your world?
Echoing Devlin, Polly!!
Being spanked is, in itself, not a spanking offense. Usually.
Danny is fine. I’ll send him your regards!
Well, that’s something, at least. I think.
Pygmalion, you have so many rules that you must wallpaper your study with them!
Umm, yeah..ish…Scarlet do you actually live with your Top?!
Well, I know you do but..but..oh well, each girl to her own bum see-eth Maybe I’ve had too many spankings this weekends, but a Top’s ability to see around corners without a mirror is getting uncanny.
Kaki, in my defence, before you squish me for life, I would like to point out that Mindy took the photos and I merely suggested interested recipients.
I only have one rule.
“Don’t be naughty.”
…there is a large body of case law and interpretations, though.
An i just helped with ideas to make the emails more believable.
However, if one doesn’t know what in your mind constitutes naughty, then there are a heap load of spankings ahead.
Possibly, your study is wallpapered with backboards, in which girls who have unfortunately fallen foul of your rules have chalked “I am sorry Sir”, myriad time.
but, but, but that covers so much territory!
And what’s not naughty to you on Friday night, may very well be naughty to you on Monday night!
There’s no consistency!
So, Jay, it’s all Mindy’s fault!
Cindy, that is the tough part of not making the rules! Generally Tops are a bunch of honey bears but just occasionally the paws let rip!
I think they just like to SPANK, dd.
Indeed. The system is elegant in assuming that the time that the Naughty spends trying to understand what naughty is will not be time in which to naughty be.
{whimper} but that doesn’t make any SENSE. How can we behave if we don’t know what the rules are?
Surely you can underSTAND our dilemma!
Well of course it is.
It can’t be us dd for we are just two good little english girls….its that Mindy! She’s trouble she is.
I find it more convenient to keep the rules implicit and the punishments explicit. Keeps everybody on their toes.
…or bent over for more vigorous explication.
Oh, brother!
Mindy, did you get home yet?
Cindy, I just got home.
Kaki is right, use alcohol to clean the sticky residue off the key. You’ll need a flathead screwdriver to pry off the key. Make sure you disconnect the keyboard from the main computer before you do it (I assume it’s a desktop, not laptop). For a DIY video, click here.
That’s the joke of the day! Good English girls?
Hi, Mindy, how was your day?
No, it was my laptop that the key was sticking on. I think it’s fixed though, it hasn’t done it since that one time.
Busy day – kept me awake though. But, it was a good day because I paid the deposit for a tour to Europe (next year).
Oh, Mindy, how FUN for you! Are you going with a group or on your own?
It’s a guided tour (river cruise plus a few days in Czech Republic and England). I’m going with my mum.
Oh, you lucky girl. You and your mom will have a wonderful time. I bet she is really excited, as well!
Oh, she is looking forward to it but I think I’m more excited than she is!
Hahhahah.She’s be excited when the time comes. I expect you’ll make lots of great memories.
I’m going to get some sleep now, Mindy. I hope you sleep well tonight.
Have a nice evening, Mindy girl.
Thanks, Cindy! Sweet dreams.
I hope you girls, Mindy, dd, Jay, hmmm suprisingly not Cindy better sleep with one eye
open.
If I’d have been here, Kaki, I’d have never let them do that! I’d have said, “Nobody puts Kaki in the corner!”
Oii Miss Mindy!
Oh yeah…it was me what suggested it first. But not the email’s bit.
I know, Cindy, you would never run me over.
You have to watch the quiet ones, Thay’ll surprise you, every time.
Is anyone else having potstickers for dinner, or is it just me?
Thank God for Trader Joe’s.
We just got a Trader Joe’s in Overland Park and I gotta tell you (and I probably told you before) I wasn’t that impressed. But that could have been because it was jam-packed to the rafters.
I like Whole Foods which is just down the street much better. I didn’t see anything at Trader Joe’s that I can’t get at my local grocery store.
What am I missing?
I am having Bertolli’s Shrimp, Asparagus and Penne Pasta diner. Yum.
I had pork chops thawing out but was too tired
to make a whole dinner surrounding it so I cooked some bacon and eggs.
I like Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods but they are both a little pricey. WF has a nice variety of chocolate.
I have a really good baked pork chop meal if you’d like the recipe for tomorrow, kaki ann. It might be crock pot, but I know it’s good!
If it is baked sure but not if it is crock pot, then I would have to dig out my crock pot.
I like Whole Foods, too, although I call it Whole Paycheck. It’s a little pricey.
Trader Joe’s just happens to be the most convenient store, and because it’s small, I can run in and out quickly. Plus they have those free mini coffees, which is a boost to my mood and energy!
Tomorrow is May Day, which is actually the day to honor the Goddess Flora. The full moon on Friday is called the Flower Moon, in her honor. Shouldnt’ we have some sort of God/Goddess story line going this week? Where is Pygmalion?
Scarlet, you can your friends that they can skip their workout that day since they’ve already had their aerobics for the day. Besides, why else do they put those handles inside the car?
I try not to go too much over eighty but I don’t text while driving.
Kaki, you and I could drive together, no problem.
All right, darlings. Whenever I’m down, this is the video I watch: Beyonce’s Love on Top.
What do you listen to/watch when life is too too much?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ob7vObnFUJc&NR=1&feature=endscreen
sorry, kaki ann, the recipe I have IS for crock pot. But a good pork chop recipe is just salt, pepper, garlic. Flour & brown the chops, put them in a dutch oven, slice an onion over the top. Add a can or some fresh sliced mushroom, mix up a can of cream of mushroom and some milk (evaporated if you have it) pour it over the top, cover and bake for an hour or so.
You got gravy when you’re done.
I usually just take a pill or 6, Scarlet. Then sleep for a couple days and then I’m fine again!
Where do you get the pills?
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
The Doctor. I get them from the doctor.
I sometimes just watch something uplifting like Monty Python…”Always look on the bright side of life…”
Sweetheart, is there something wrong? Are you feeling blue today?
You sound a little down, Scarlet. Do you want to run someone over with a
bus? will that make you feel better? I will push them in front of it for you. 
Unfortunately I eat when I am down, chocolate works, M&Ms if they are around. Also my doggies and birds cheer me up. ^sometimes a spanking helps.
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I love that song
, a radio station DJ signs off everyday with that song. When I was at work I would whistle part of it. It was a fun minute.
I read spanking stories sometimes, something that takes me away from reality and my troubles. and I come here and play, I find it very helpful sometimes.
Good one, Cindy.