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It’s been a productive week. G helped me stain the deck on Tuesday and I just moved all the furniture and plants back in place last night. I actually really missed using the deck while it was drying. I’ve become so accustomed to having it as another room in the house that it was a noticeable absence in my daily life. We also cleaned the house (mostly) yesterday. It’s a sad thing when I become so busy that I can’t find time to sweep the floor.
The other night, the boys called a house meeting. We gathered in G’s office and Flex tabled a proposal that every Tuesday should be topless day. We would call it Topless Tuesday and once you enter the house, you must remove your top. After sufficient rolling of eyes and heavy sighing, I voted against the idea but was unable to scrape enough votes together for a tie (being that there is only one of me and two of them). Fine lot of good democracy does me in this house where to two menfolke are each other’s Yes Man. Every time this happens I claim no fairsies and they inform me that I’m lucky I even have a vote as they were thinking originally that sufferage is stupid and probably illegal. G pointed out that we should bring the vote back to its origins in the hands of men of status. I pointed out that in the original democracy, Flex wouldn’t be considered a man of status as he owned no land and G wouldn’t have been considered a man because he is Asian. Therefore, none of us would be granted the vote, this proposal would never have been made and there would be no Topless Tuesday. And on that note, I left the room.
Phew! Narrowly escaped. No one would ever want to come visit on Tuesdays if they had to stare at my saggy old tits the whole time. Gah!
In other news, Gana did it again. I’m sure many of you know the story of Morgana and G’s jerky bag (by far, one of my favourite stories of all time). Well, we returned from our constitutional on Wednesday morning to find G’s carefully misplaced jerky bag ripped open and devoid of meat on the bean bag. He had snacked on it while watching a video the night before and left it on the couch. G immediately suspected Aldina, but I argued that Morgana was a more likely suspect. I then gave them the breath test and determined that it was Morgana with jerky breath. G immediately began with the stomping of feet and shaking of fists. This, he declared, is Gana’s second strike. If he ever catches her eating his jerky without his express permission again, well… enough said. *rolls eyes* Of course, it has nothing to do with him leaving food that he readily shares with the dogs on a regular basis so that they come to think of the bag as partly theirs in bad places where they are easily accessed by bright little minds and nimble little paws. Nope. Nothing to do with that. *shakes head*
Okay, I’m off to my constitutional.
The other night, the boys called a house meeting. We gathered in G’s office and Flex tabled a proposal that every Tuesday should be topless day. We would call it Topless Tuesday and once you enter the house, you must remove your top. After sufficient rolling of eyes and heavy sighing, I voted against the idea but was unable to scrape enough votes together for a tie (being that there is only one of me and two of them). Fine lot of good democracy does me in this house where to two menfolke are each other’s Yes Man. Every time this happens I claim no fairsies and they inform me that I’m lucky I even have a vote as they were thinking originally that sufferage is stupid and probably illegal. G pointed out that we should bring the vote back to its origins in the hands of men of status. I pointed out that in the original democracy, Flex wouldn’t be considered a man of status as he owned no land and G wouldn’t have been considered a man because he is Asian. Therefore, none of us would be granted the vote, this proposal would never have been made and there would be no Topless Tuesday. And on that note, I left the room.
Phew! Narrowly escaped. No one would ever want to come visit on Tuesdays if they had to stare at my saggy old tits the whole time. Gah!
In other news, Gana did it again. I’m sure many of you know the story of Morgana and G’s jerky bag (by far, one of my favourite stories of all time). Well, we returned from our constitutional on Wednesday morning to find G’s carefully misplaced jerky bag ripped open and devoid of meat on the bean bag. He had snacked on it while watching a video the night before and left it on the couch. G immediately suspected Aldina, but I argued that Morgana was a more likely suspect. I then gave them the breath test and determined that it was Morgana with jerky breath. G immediately began with the stomping of feet and shaking of fists. This, he declared, is Gana’s second strike. If he ever catches her eating his jerky without his express permission again, well… enough said. *rolls eyes* Of course, it has nothing to do with him leaving food that he readily shares with the dogs on a regular basis so that they come to think of the bag as partly theirs in bad places where they are easily accessed by bright little minds and nimble little paws. Nope. Nothing to do with that. *shakes head*
Okay, I’m off to my constitutional.
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As for Morgana....knew she was the sneakiest. Aldina is wonderful...but so not the alpha female. She was prolly on look out duty whilst Maorgana was at her mischeif.
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Yes, Morgana is my little brain. She knows what she wants and isn't afraid to devise new and interesting methods of achieving it. *beams with pride*
Poor Dina, though. I'm sure she really wanted to score some of that sweet, sweet jerky from the motherlode Gana found. Poor baby. There's no way Gana would be willing to share unless I'm standing right over her forcing the issue. "I found the jerky. I opened the ziplock bag. I eat the jerky. Buzz off, twerp!"
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Acidentally whacking people with my saggy boobies... that would ROCk!
Oops! Sorry honey! I knocked your drink over.
Oops! Sorry!!! I scared the exorcist away.
Oops! I think that was your MOM at the door!
I can see all sorts of potential there...
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Worst topless scenerio ever: I had boiled water in the wee hours of the morning for G when he had an asthma attack. I leaned over the stove to shut off the burner switch and nearly ran my left tit right over the hot hot burner. That never happens with a bra on. Of course, then I proceeded to spill the boiling hot water on my tits on the way down the hall. Either way, I was destined for burned tittie that day. *rolls eyes* Sometimes, one simply cannot escape fate.
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It's okay girls, shhh... shh... I won't let anyone burn you..
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;)
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Did the dog-thief thing happen before the vote or after it? Either way, one might be retaliation for the other....
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Gana helped herself (she doesn't really consider it stealing since G usually freely gives her jerky from that bad when he eats some himself) the very morning the boys passed the new law. I plan on sending in a crack team of little white dogs to mess up their rooms and foil their future plans. You didn't think we were kind in this house, did you? *wry grin*