On Sundays my wonderful man always makes scones for lunch. He likes to vary it one week plain, one week date or blueberry. This last Sunday he made pumpkin scones. When he was mixing the ingredients together he decided to wear a pair of food handling gloves. Yes just your every day plain food handling gloves. Whilst he mixed and cooked I washed up for him. Next thing I know there was an almighty crack and an even louder OUCH! Oh boy being swatted with a glove really, really stings. He has tried normal rubber gloves and woollen gloves before, never food handling gloves. Every time he passed behind me he gave me several swats just to get a reaction. So he is pretty pleased with himself with the outcome and raring to try it again.
Well my welcoming spring post was a bit premature, as the weather has taken a nose dive again back to wintery weather. Our clothes drier is in the garage, out I trotted with a basket full of wet washing, next thing plonk, I'm down the back steps on my bottom. I honestly didn't think about the deck being slippery from all the hail we've had.
Bear wasn't very happy, so lectured me on wearing the correct shoes. That night in bed he asked me how my bottom was feeling. I told him my right cheek hurts, so he decided to match it by spanking my left cheek. After that he added a few softer swats to my right cheek so it wouldn't feel left out. Funny man! Whilst spanking he said he should keep some of the gloves beside the bed to spank me from now on as he loved the way they increased the sting.
I suppose you've all probably seen this little saying going around face book. Its been doing the rounds for quite a while now.
My thoughts are prayers go out to all those affected by the hurricanes in America. Stay safe!
Hugs Lindy xx