That's the Story of Love

Good Morning Friends! It's gotten quite chilly this morning and our schizophrenic winter continues. Mid-week blues, much to do still before the weekend. Today's agenda includes putting away the final remnants of Christmas and later maybe a trip to Michaels to see what they have for St Valentines Day next month. Want to do something in the entryway -- it looked so pretty during Chanukah, thought it would be nice to do something different for Valentines.

Last night Daddy came home from work and after dinner he had mouse settle in his study after dinner at his feet. Been reading the book by Lauren Bacall, Myself, how in love she was with Bogart and he with her. Later, we watched an episode of the Ken Burns documentary on the Civil War. What struck mouse was the letters read that demonstrated genuine affection and left mouse sometimes in tears. Yes, Daddy thought the tears were amusing.

Later we snuggled into bed, talked a little, he listened politely to mouse's rambles about a few decorations for the entry. He even said he'd give her a little extra money -- well that was nice. In that hurry-up way of his -- like it was his way of ending the discussion. He laughed when mouse asked him about that. Then he mused that we could certainly use our time differently.

"You mean sleeping, Sir?"

Not moving he simply suggested better uses for her mouth.

As she moved, he reminded, "hands behind your back slave."