Been a fabulous week in our household but Shh! better not talk too loud as usually as soon as I say that everything turns around.

Firstly I'm so excited to have made a break through in my genealogy  finding the skeleton in the closet in Bears family.  His paternal grandmother took the secrets to her grave, never telling anyone what really happened.  I've been doing a genealogy course for the past six weeks which has been useless.  With Bears permission I posted on good old face book to my friends in the country where his dad was born for HELP!  Within five minutes I had unlocked the missing links and then another friend hopped on board helping even more.  Now I can go way back to the 1700s to his family in Scotland. Modern technology is wonderful in times like these.

Secondly my photo was chosen on Instagram.  Yipee! This past week we've had to post daily photos depicting emotion prompts.  It's been really hard, so I was most surprised when my sad, lonely egg made the Fab Four.  This is my photo and monologue below.

August 23rd SAD I'm so sad! All my family and friends have left me behind. I hear them giggling and yelling. I want to be sunnyside up on warm toast. Or have some handsome buttery soldier dipping into my core. As for those girls at No. 96 oh la la! Do they not have any shame screaming with delight as they're being whipped with a wisk. Makes my insides quiver.
Yet here l am all lonely and sad in the dark, cold fridge. Please invite me over to your plate so I can sidle up to those crisp bacon pieces.


The weather is slowly improving around here and so is my Bear at last.  I was on the receiving end of at least three playful spankings this week through being cheeky.  Our usual night time ritual we say good night, have a good sleep and I love you.  One night I told Bear I loved him more than he loved me.  He immediately responded by saying "Is that so,  you're going to cop it girl, roll over on your tummy."  Next thing he was warming me up with hard swats quite nicely, a late night spanking is way better than taking sleeping pills.

 

Bear has been quick to give me swats when passing in the kitchen.  Of late he seems to take a delight, as when he swats me Frankie jumps up to either bite my bottom or maybe to protect me.  Either way Bear thinks its funny.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend full of fun and plenty of gg spanking.

Hugs Lindy