And Life Marches On


Daddy has resumed chatting with his harem. (Technically not a true harem, since he doesn’t own them and they don’t live with us – more like a collection of women around the world that he chats with on varying levels). And I’m handling it much better this time around.

I can’t really say what changed. But I feel more centered and loved. Sexier and confident. *shrug*. I’m not sure that the why really matters. I mean, it matters to ME, but Daddy doesn’t really care why. He’s just glad that I’m handling it like good property should.

Mysterious new gig from a few months ago is no longer new but is *still* rather mysterious. It’s kinda fun!

School is fixing to start here and football practice has already started….. Which means that instead of being a hormonal teenager, Eldest Male is now a hormonal, exhausted and extremely surly teenager. This is the number one reason why I don’t like football.


About maraudersisabel

I'm a wife, mother and career girl who happens to be owned property. I am stubborn, a bit OCD, addicted to hot tea and directionally and technologically challenged. I'm stumbling my way thru life after falling down the rabbit hole and I'm extremely happy that my Owner is tolerant not only of my tea addiction but my ever growing piles of yarn and books as well.

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