Gifts

Blackie returns home & finds me here, at the computer. He peers over my shoulder and asks what I've been doing. I show him the blog, and he knits his brows together, tries to frown, but soon is displaying a wicked grin.

"What's this for?" he asks.

"Just a blog."

"I can see that, but what's with all the shopping?" he wryly grins.

"Consider it a shopping guide for you. So you know exactly the gifts I want." Is my smug reply.

"Hmmm. I do spoil you."

"Oh, you know I earn it all. And you know I am worth a helluvalot more than I get."

"Mighty sure of yourself, aren't you, baby?" he says as he stands back a bit.

"I'm going to pout if you keep this up..." I warn him.

"Perhaps you'd better sign off and come remind me what you're so good at" he says in an attempt at a menacing voice (but I can hear the laughter behind it!)

"Maybe I'll stay on a while longer -- so you can punish me" I say in my naughtiest voice.

"Stay on much longer & I recind my offer... which would be such a shame" he says as he turns & head for the beadroom.

And so, I'd better wrap this up!