Sweet L. sent this drawing to me and I love it. Jack and I met in high school. He did have a letterman's jacket that he would put around my shoulders. I am that girl right there. Yes, I am short. I have no idea when National Short Girl Appreciation Day is, but today seemed like as good a day as ever!
I have been a little under the weather with a bad cough. Not good when things are cooking in the kitchen. Jack took over all the cooking for Thanksgiving and I supervised from afar. He made the pies and they were elegant. He actually did the whole dinner with some help from those attending, but not from me. I stood back watching and giving instructions. Several times we had mini- skirmishes and sometimes, he followed my directions and sometimes he just plain ignored me doing it his own way. Dinner was wonderful. I was very impressed and said so. He told him he has taken lessons while observing me cooking away all the time.
My sweet Jack will not spank me while I am ill. Even a cough will stop all attention to my backside. He commented continually about his score card getting quite full. I would cough, shrug and move on smiling as I went. I really did not give any consideration to the filling up of his score card.
This morning after my shower, Jack found me. He put his arms around me, and kissed me saying, "You are well enough to be back on the team." I pulled back and he began taking off my robe. I said, "What team?" He said, Team Mischief and it is time to clear the score card. So glad you are well. Let's go".
Over the bed, and away that spanking went with me squealing and Jack brightening my bottom a brilliant red. This man has a knack for remembering the little details that went sideways during my convalescence: sassiness, cheekiness, ignoring his wise remedies, doing things my way, not his. When he brought me up, he said that he loved me freshly spanked. I was rubbing my bottom complaining that he hadn't remembered that it had been a week of coughing and no spanking. He needed to remember that. Wrong thing to say to a husband who likes his wife freshly spanked. Over I went for more as he said he wanted to make sure the score card was truly cleared.
Peace has been restored. The score card is cleared and Jack's wife is freshly spanked. The pies were delicious, but are long gone. Happy Short Girl Appreciation Day to all of you.