We Are Not A Muse

Dear Sweet Capering Devilish Confounded Smirking Rake of a Lordling,

I am going to bed.

If I wake up tomorrow and we still find ourselves unable to agree upon a standard of behaviour I regard as reasonable I shall be seriously rethinking my contention that at 19 you are too old to go over Pellew's knee.

Thank you for your attention to this matter,

Marna.

We Are Not A Muse

Dear Sweet Capering Devilish Confounded Smirking Rake of a Lordling,

I am going to bed.

If I wake up tomorrow and we still find ourselves unable to agree upon a standard of behaviour I regard as reasonable I shall be seriously rethinking my contention that at 19 you are too old to go over Pellew's knee.

Thank you for your attention to this matter,

Marna.

Home again, home again...

Normally I love the overnight bus from Toronto.

Normally I don't spend the first half with a backspasm and the second half motion sick. Or sick from something, might have been the muscle relaxant.

I would like to state that I was in fine shape when benet dropped me off, so none of this is in any way his fault.

OOOGH.

I need to crawl in with Ian and get a bit of sleep and then there will be a redhead.

Yay home. Yay Ian. Yay redhead.

And now I REALLY want to be sedated.

Hey, q_skud_, should we drop by on the way back from the airport and buy you a tea?

Last minute note for Cat

Pack a sweater, babe.