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Husbandly concern: a reason for a spanking?

Cara Bristol is visiting today with her hot, new Domestic Discipline set! 🙂 Here she is!

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When my husband and I lived near the beach, one of my hobbies was photographing and selling beach stones (for aquariums and rock polishing). I found collecting beach stones meditative and restful. I’d walk along the beach and focus on the colors. Problems, concerns, the rest of the world faded away as I zoned out looking for rocks. That’s what I liked about beachcombing.

That’s what I my husband disliked. He worried for my safety. Parts of the beach were remote and because I was so focused on rocks I didn’t notice anything else or anybody around me. I can’t tell you how many times another beach walker startled me by coming up behind me. I had no idea they were there.

Because I did zone out, my husband wouldn’t allow me to go to the remotest parts of the beach. He worried I could be easily attacked. I resented the restriction. I could have sneaked off, and he probably wouldn’t have known, but if he had ever caught me, there would have been hell to pay. So I didn’t go where I wasn’t “supposed to.”

The people we love care about our safety.

The hero of Rahm’s Way in Domestic Discipline cares about his wife’s safety. She really, really wants to be a private investigator, but he worries about her safety when she’s sitting alone on stakeouts in dangerous neighborhoods. Many of the people they’re asked to investigate are not law-abiding, nice people.

So he puts his foot down. No. Absolutely not. No way can she work as a PI.

But Cadence thinks he’s being unreasonable, and during his absence (he’s in military and was deployed) she goes behind his back and gets her PI license.

And in domestic discipline relationship, you know what means.

What is something your husband or partner doesn’t want you to do?

An excerpt from Rahm’s Way, Domestic Discipline

I should fire you, but I won’t. If you want to work here, you can take a desk job. You can assist the other agents with internet research, obtaining records, making phone calls.”

AssistDesk job? If she’d wanted that, she could have stayed an admin assistant, but that wasn’t why she’d obtained her license. Anger ignited. His country had called him, and he’d performed his duty. She didn’t fault him for that. But he had left, and she’d been forced to handle everything solo: parenting their son, managing the finances, tending to household repairs, and being alone. She was giddy-happy to have him back, but where did he get off thinking he could dictate to her now?

She leaped to her feet. “That’s not acceptable to me. I want to work in the field. Simmons isn’t the only private detective agency. Maybe I’ll go work for somebody else.”

The air sizzled. “Is that so?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasn’t a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why don’t you?

He unfolded his crossed arms. “Instead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.”

“What good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.”

“Yes, but we would have talked this out. You agreed that when you and I differed, I would have the final say. Do you think you should be able to pick and choose which rules you should follow?”

Sometimes, yeah, she did. “No,” she replied.

“Don’t you think there should be consequences for disobedience?”

In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! “I guess,” she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Don’t make it worse for yourself. “I mean, yes, Rahm,” she amended in a more respectful tone.

He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. “Here?” Cadence squeaked.

He pulled an armless wooden chair away from the small round meeting table adjacent to his desk and sat. “Lower your pants.”

“Rahm, please. Couldn’t we at least wait until tonight? At home?”

“I didn’t choose the time or venue, Cadence, you did.”

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Domestic Discipline Blurb:

Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.

Wife on the Lam

Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.

Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.

Rahm’s Way

Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?

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USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

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SRR – Round Table Discussion – After Care

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This is a great topic, and I’m so glad Renee Rose brought this up.  Thanks to Renee and Spanking Romance for hosting. 🙂

Aftercare is very important to me, as a reader an author, and as a DD’er.

It’s very important, sometimes even more crucial than the punishment itself – at least for me, anyway.

I am a sensitive (ok, hyper sensitive and over emotional) woman. I internalize every look, every comment, every action. I am a people pleaser, and the thought of displeasing someone, especially my HOH, hurts me greatly. (I should have also mentioned over-reactor in my list of attributes ).

 

Aftercare, is a necessary transition from the punishment to the closure that I need with my husband.

When he punishes me (usually in the form of a strict spanking), I know it is different than a sexy or fun spanking because of my guilt or my hurt over his displeasure. There is nothing sexy or fun about the punishment.

It hurts.

My bottom aches.

My heart aches.

 

But when it’s all over, he covers me with his body, like a warm blanket.

He holds me until I stop shivering and shaking.

His warmth envelopes me, and makes me feel loved.

I feel his forgiveness as it seeps into me, and I am finally able to release the guilt and forgive myself.

 

Now here is where it gets tricky. Do you know when I start crying?

During the aftercare.

I don’t usually cry during a punishment, no matter how upset I am; no matter how agonizing the belt feels lashing onto my poor backside; no matter how awful the strike of the Lexan.

I have had shaking, hiccupping sessions, where I have cried without tears. But have not very often cried real tears.

The care he gives me, when he spoons against me, or holds me against his chest after an over the bed spanking; when he is soothing me with his presence, with his warmth, and his love- that is when I finally break down the last piece of resistance.

Then I cry. I release all the tension, the guilt, everything. And I know I am loved.

 

This is what aftercare does for me in my real life.

It is crucial to my emotional well being.

And I am blessed that he gives me this care after each and every session.

LOL, I’m not even sure if I answered any of the questions, but this is where my heart led me on this topic, so I went with it. 🙂

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Torn Between Two Alphas – an Interview with Zac and Hayden

When I asked for interviews with two of the hottest new guys in the spanking fiction scene, (Zac Casper from Safe in his Arms, and Hayden Hawke from Captive’s Desire) I forgot to look in my date book, and accidentally slotted them for the same time.

Oops! (giggle)

The authors were kind enough to agree to a tandem interview, even though the men were less than thrilled.  But they adapted quickly, and gave one hell of a performance, leaving me breathless and completely satiated.  I’m going to have to forget my day planner a bit more often.

I mean… Oops!

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Black Ops / Ghost vs. Rebel CommanderInterviewing Zac Casper and Hayden Hawke

Katherine Deane takes a sip of coffee, and almost spits it out when her two interviewees walk through the door.

By far, the most intense, dominant, sexually intoxicating, handsome, Alpha men she has ever laid eyes on.  And there are two of them.  She fans herself, and takes a deep breath.

Katherine Deane:  Good morning, gentlemen. Thanks for agreeing to this interview. Please have a seat.

Zac:  Thanks for having us, Katherine. (He grins and takes a seat opposite her)

Katherine Deane: (licks her lips, as she takes stock of the man in front of her. Zac is gorgeous. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes.  He’s approximately 5’11, lean and muscular.  The kind of man who can captivate the attentions of a whole room, and disappear the next moment.)

Hayden:  (nods unsmiling, and sits) It’s nice to meet you Ms. Deane. (His stance is aggressive and commanding as he acknowledges the other male in the room. He gives an almost imperceptible tilt of his head toward Zac.)

Katherine Deane:  (watches the two Alpha males with growing awareness, making careful note of their interactions.  While Zac is muscular and wiry. Hayden is large and bulky.  A huge man, at least 6’3, strong, muscular, he looks capable of taking down any predator in his vicinity.  But his face softens his appearance.  He has ‘searing blue eyes, dark with specks of bright gold.  While his demeanor is tough and unyielding, his eyes show the kindness and love hidden inside.  This is the kind of man that could take on an entire force of enemy, and not bat an eyelash.)

Katherine Deane: (she points at the small bulges, lining their pockets) Well, I have to say, you both have some pretty impressive weapons.

Zac and Hayden: (both raise their eyebrows at her unintentional sexual innuendo)

Katherine Deane: (flushes) I mean, I can see that you have a weapon in your pocket. (Buries head in hands and groans)

Zac: (grins) we could just be happy to see you.

Katherine Deane: (squeaks)

Hayden: (frowns and sits straighter in his chair) I assure you, mine is larger, and will create quite an impact.

Zac: (scoffs) Well, mine is more economically sized for maneuverability, and can get into the tightest of places.  (Winks at KD) with a high impact and low chance of overall destruction.

Katherine Deane: Gentlemen, please.

Hayden: (growls and stands) You wanna see what I got?

Zac:  Hell yeah! (also stands)

Katherine Deane: (watches the standoff, wide eyed and nervous) Oh God.

Hayden: (reaches into his flight pants and pulls out a huge, futuristic ray gun.  The piece is made of a shiny, black metal Katherine has never seen before)

Zac: (pulls out a military grade looking revolver.  It is a dull black, with small scratches on the barrel.)

Both men exchange weapons and inspect, giving nods of respect over the individual pieces. After a few minutes of discussion over function and uses, the men give back their respective weapons, and sit.

Katherine Deane: I’m glad you two found something in common. Since you’re both military men, I thought weaponry might be a commonality.

Zac:  I bet our uses are different though. I need a quiet weapon sometimes.  Stealth and silence are necessary in my line of work.

Katherine Deane: You’re a former marine, right?

Zac: (nods). Yeah. Now I’m Black Ops.  My job is to get in and out unseen. I’m a ghost.

Hayden:  Cool.  My job is a bit louder, more aggressive.  There’s not much use for finesse in my line of work. Unless I’m flying.

Katherine Deane: Yes, you’re a rebel Commander in a futuristic world that is warring, correct?

Hayden: Correct.  We have been fighting to stay alive after escaping the dome we originally lived in.  When we fight, we fight loud, heavy, making big bangs and explosion.  While we want our location to be hidden, we don’t usually hide our fighting. We want them to fear our capabilities. The bigger the bang, the better.

Zac: (grins) I like big bangs. I have some pretty good knowledge of explosives.

Hayden: Awesome. If you ever want to compare notes…

Katherine Deane:  (rolls her eyes). All right gentlemen. That’s enough “Kumbaya’ing” (she grumbles)

Zac and Hayden: (raise eyebrows, and look at each other thoughtfully)

Katherine Deane: Would you like to talk about your fighting skills, hand to hand, martial arts, anything?

Hayden: I think I see where this is going.

Katherine Deane: You do?

Zac: Yeah. You’re pretty easy to read. (Grins) You want to antagonize us, so we’ll fight. Give you a little action.

Hayden: (jumps in smoothly) The thought of watching two alpha males duking it out, arouses you, Ms. Deane, doesn’t it?

Katherine Deane: (shrugs in embarrassment) Yes, it does. I’m sorry. But holy cow, you guys are just oozing testosterone! I haven’t felt this much energy in one space, in a long time.  It’s a little overwhelming.  How do your girlfriends handle all your cool Alpha-ness?

Hayden: (smiles for the first time, and chuckles) Livvie didn’t take too well to me when we first met.  I spanked her, and dragged her to safety. It was pretty much nonconsensual. And stubborn little thing that she is, she wouldn’t believe me that she was in danger from her own people.

Katherine Deane:  You spanked her on your very first meeting?

Hayden:  I spanked her several times. Hard. With this very hard, strong, calloused hand. (He claps his palms together)

Katherine Deane: (flinches and bites her lip) Wow. I bet that was an explosive start to your relationship.

Hayden: (leans in and whispers) The sex is even hotter.

Katherine Deane: (swallows hard, and fans herself)

Katherine Deane: (turns to Zac) How about you and Becca?  Non-con and explosive first spankings?

Zac: (shakes head and smiles) Nah, our spankings have been pretty consensual.  In fact, when we first met, years ago, she asked me to spank her. It was fun and sexy, and also how she ended up becoming pregnant with my son, Parker.

Katherine Deane: Congratulations. Um, on the son. Not the spanking… (gets flustered)

Zac:  (Laughs) Thanks. I love being a father. But I also love being with Becca.  She’s my soul mate.  It was really hard ghosting in and out of their lives.

Katherine Deane: I’m so glad you were able to work it out to all be together.

Zac:  Me too.  And in answer to your next question, yes, the sex is fantastic.  Spankings really turn both of us on.  I have had to punish her a few times though.

Katherine Deane: Did she fight it, kicking and screaming?

Zac: No. She understood what she had done, and agreed to the punishment.  It was hard for both of us.

Hayden:  I understand what you’re saying.  A few of Livvie’s punishments have been pretty hard for me also.

Katherine Deane: (rolls eyes) Why do guys always say that? Spankings hurt, especially punishment ones.  There’s no control.  No safe word.  Don’t get me wrong. I like being spanked. But I still think it’s funny when a Top says it hurts him also.

Zac: (loses his grin.)

Hayden: (His face becomes rigid and stern) Don’t roll your eyes and scoff at us.  We are trying to be honest with you.  And you’re being disrespectful.

Katherine Deane: (flushes) I’m sorry.

Hayden: Sorry, what?

Katherine Deane: (lowers eyes)  Sorry, Commander.

Hayden: All right, let’s carry on.

Katherine Deane: Wow, you’re really good at that.

Hayden:  (shrugs) I’m a rebel Commander, fighting for my life, and the lives of those around me.  If I don’t take charge effectively, people could die.

Katherine Deane: Oh. Is that why you used a butt plug on Livvie? To put her in a space of true submissiveness, so she would follow orders, and stay safe?

Hayden: (laughs) Well, that’s part of it.  She was, and still is quite the handful.  But in all honesty, she likes my dominance.  It arouses her.

Zac: That’s how Becca is too.  She is a strong woman.  Did you know she raised my son, by herself for years before I could get back to them? I respect her so much.  But I’ll have to tell you, some of our best sex happens when I dominate her.

Katherine Deane: That’s awesome. I’m glad that you have each found your soul mates, and wish you many long years of happiness, love, and of course, hard spankings.

Zac: Thank you. So whaddya say, Hayden? Want to set up a sparring session, so we can give Katherine a show?

Hayden:  Sounds great. Let me call my author quick, and check my availability. (Picks up futuristic cell phone, and calls author, Natasha Knight)

Katherine Deane: (leans toward Zac).  This will be so interesting to see. Your martial arts, and hand to hand expertise, against his brute strength and no holds barred fighting, is going to be fantastic! Can I invite a few girlfriends?

Zac:  Sure. The more the merrier.

Katherine Deane and Zac: (turn to hear a female voice yelling from the speaker phone)

Natasha Knight: (voice over speaker phone) … just ridiculous… over an hour… get your butt back here!

Hayden: (firm and deadly quiet) That’s. Enough.  (Claps palms together, hard)

Natasha Knight: (her voice falls silent)

Hayden:  This is not the mutual respect we agreed to give each other is it, Ms. Knight?

Natasha Knight:  No (sighs) Sorry.

Hayden: I will be back in less than ten minutes.  I want you in the corner, bare bottom, prepared for a discussion about respect.

Natasha Knight: (grumbles) not fair. Other authors don’t get spanked by their characters.

Hayden: Stop pouting, and get ready please.

Natasha Knight: All right, all right!

Hayden: (clears throat)

Natasha Knight:  I meant, Yes, Commander Hawke. (sighs)

Hayden: And the sparring match with Zac?

Natasha Knight: You’re free all next week. Please don’t get hurt.

Hayden: (laughs) I won’t get hurt. Thanks for caring. Now, corner, please.

Hayden: (hangs up, and meets Katherine’s wide eyed gaze)

Katherine Deane: You, spank her?

Hayden: (shrugs) A few times. Everyone has a part to play in the building of these books.  And everyone deserves respect. She agrees, and would be disappointed if I didn’t say something.

Katherine Deane: I guess that makes sense.  How about you, Zac? You don’t spank Renee Rose, do you?

Zac: (eyes twinkle as he grins) hell yeah, I do! She asks me to spank her sometimes when she can’t focus.  It’s more of a release sort of session.

Katherine Deane: Wow. That is, um, really cool.

Hayden: So how about next Wednesday for the sparring match?

Zac: Works for me.

Katherine Deane: That sounds wonderful guys, thank you so much.

Zac: No problem.

Hayden: See you next week.

They all rise and shake hands.  The two men walk out the door, leaving Katherine alone.

Katherine Deane: (grumbles) I guess it’s time to create my own Alpha male.

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Safe in His Arms

By Renee Rose

For as long as she could remember, Becca dreamed of a dominant man to take her in hand, and Zac, the handsome Marine she met at her sister’s wedding, filled the role with aplomb… for a weekend. Then the fling came to an end, Zac went off to war and died for his country, and Becca learned she carried a child who would be born without a father.

Seven years later, Becca has done her best to move on and forget about Zac… until the day she walks into her kitchen to find the man she believed she would never see again locked in mortal combat with her son’s nanny, and realizes everything she thought she knew about Zac was a lie.

Like all Black Ops agents, Zac doesn’t exist in any government record. His life is a series of deadly missions, and relationships of any kind are unsanctioned. But he keeps one secret. He watches over Becca, the beautiful daughter of a rogue agent, and Parker, the six-year-old boy he fathered that fateful weekend. When he spots a known assassin in their apartment posing as a nanny, he’s forced to reveal himself and take them to safety… whether Becca likes it or not.

While Becca may have enjoyed his dominance once, bending her to his will again may not be quite so easy. He is determined to keep her safe, however, and if a long, hard spanking is required, he is more than willing to oblige. Having Becca over his knee rekindles more than his passion, though; even when the immediate danger has passed, he finds it much more difficult to “ghost out” on his family again. Must he resign himself to protecting those he loves from afar, or can he find a way to be the man Becca needs and longs for, the man who is worthy of her submission and her love?

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Captive’s Desire

By Natasha Knight

Olivia has spent years training to hunt and kill the dangerous savages who live outside the dome which protects her city, and she stands ready to carry out her mission with pride… until the day she is shot down and her life is changed forever.

Pulled from the wreckage by a man unlike any she has ever seen—a massive, gruff, yet strangely handsome brute who is not afraid to bare her bottom and spank her soundly to compel her obedience—she is brought into the midst of the people she once sought to wipe out, and her rescuer becomes both her captor and her protector.

From the instant he sets eyes upon her, Hayden is certain that there will be a special place in his heart for Olivia. He knows the struggle she will face as she breathes the clean, free air outside the dome and the drugs in her system wear off, leaving her exposed to desires more powerful than she can imagine—desires that he will be more than prepared to fulfill when she is ready.

As the days pass, Olivia grows more and more disturbed by what she sees around her—husbands and wives, children and families, all healthy and unharmed by the supposedly poisoned air. Far more disturbing, though, are her growing feelings for Hayden. She finds herself wanting him in a way that she cannot understand, and her need for him grows stronger with every passing hour. She knows that soon she will ask for him to take her, and that when he is finished it will not be long before she kneels at his feet, blushing with shame while begging for more.

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How much harder is it for him?

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How much harder is it for the HOH?

I had another moment of clarity this morning.

(Of course, it was about 3 am – when I had been doing a lot of great intellectualizing. Hehe, I bet that’s not even a word. But since it is 8 pm, and not 3 am, I am going to keep it. It sounds cool)

I have been whining off and on for the past few weeks;

  • Hubby doesn’t understand my needs.
  • He hates spanking me.
  • He must not respect me, since he is not reading my blog posts. (Come on, the post with the author of the western brothel, was one of my wittiest- it was very entertaining! *insert pout*)
  • He is not consistent (I have been getting away with faaaaaaar too much spending this past few weeks)
  • Yaddi yada, whine, pout, etc…

Then I finished a review for a spanking romance, in which the roles were reversed for a very short amount of time. (By the way, this main character was also a lady of the night. And I loved it! I’m not sure what that sais about me, besides the fact, that I might have a desire to spice up my own night life a bit more 🙂  ) Sorry, I lost my train of thought for a moment. Next time I am going to write the post at 3 am, when it originally comes to me.

I lay in bed thinking about the role reversal, and was adamant that I, unlike the heroine from the story, could do a much better job being in charge.

HA!

Who the heck was I kidding?

I tried to picture the “walking a mile…” scenario. Guess what, I couldn’t do it any better. In fact, given my proclivity to over-reaction and hyper sensitivity, I would probably be a horrible HOH.

(But I do have a Napolean complex. At 5’2, 108 lbs, that has got to be good for something, right?)

I tried to look at it from his perspective, analyzing some of the difficulties he faced in the HOH scenario.  Here is the brief list I came up with.

 1.  I was asking him to do something he was not comfortable with. Yet he was still willing to oblige me, because he loves me.

 2.  I was asking him to read my mind and body language, even though communication is not one of his best suits. Even straight talking can be uncomfortable for him.

3.  I reminded him not to top with too much emotion (especially anger)

4.  But I became resentful when he did sessions too robotic or without enough emotion.

5.  Sometimes, I asked him to make me cry, and take me further than he was comfortable taking me. So he did his best, working through HIS discomfort, finally calling a stop when he thought I might get hurt. (as it turns out, I don’t cry during “discussions”. Ironic, eh? That will be explained further in another very interesting post about crying)

6.  I would ask him not to stop, even though he could see it was getting very painful for me, and I was wincing or crying out, or shimmying all over the place. That must be very difficult to do to someone you love.

7.  I placed my complete trust in him to stop before it was too much. That is a pretty big responsibility for him.

 8.  I still wanted an equal partnership based on trust and mutual respect, yet I would sometimes “brat” to get his attention. (ok, more than just sometimes )

 9.  And I expected him to accommodate my sexual needs in addition to, as well as my spanking needs. (Nothing like adding a little performance pressure to an already stressful situation)

Holy cow! When I think about the intense amount of pressure I have put on this man, I am speechless!

Well, loss of speech actually does not come to me very often. Usually, I just come back with a very dumb quip, or a retort that would have made sense, three comments earlier.  Thank goodness for the age of online writing. Now I can eloquently articulate my thoughts, and may even remember to delete this part later.

But the point is, I am very thankful for my husband, my lover, my HOH, my friend.  I have been asking a lot of him, by asking him to do all of this. And he has been working pretty hard at it. (Of course, since I am the Subject Matter Expert, I will probably always see ways for him to improve )

But maybe, just maybe, I could try to cut him a little slack. He is making tremendous progress with on the spot corrections. (Hello! He swatted me in front of his cousin, last weekend!) And he is getting better at addressing me when I start losing control.

And to be perfectly honest, if he had just taken charge and jumped into an authoritative, “I’m gonna spank you whenever I want, little girl,” demeanor, I might have been a little scared.  In this sort of relationship, maybe slow and easy is a good way to go.

Besides, the maintenance, and AFTER maintenance sessions, are becoming very enjoyable – for both of us. *insert evil grin*

Thank you to my hubby, for putting up with me through all of this. I appreciate your efforts. And I dang well know, 100%, there is no way I could do your job. The HOH is too difficult a job for me. It’s all yours.

I may even stop topping from the bottom.

Well, maybe a little. 🙂

* special note – hubby read and gave his approval for this blog post. He even decided on the awesome pic seen above. (It was either that, or a funny pic of a really frazzled guy. I can understand why he chose the Super Man – he is one!) *