Even More Important News!
About Kate.
Back a few days ago, I mentioned that Kate had a surprise for me today...
Nope, not a chateau in the south of France. Better.
SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT!
Ok, not completely out. But she pretty much doesn't have to go back to work at all. Turns out my lover had some vacation (they call it "leave") built up, and she's taking it now. It's more than enough to carry her to the end of her contract, so she's spent all week turning in her Marine Corps stuff and doing all the final paperwork and trudging through all the red tape.
SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT!
I'm a little excited, can you tell?
Oh, and let me tell you how that evil biatch told me.
As our faithful readers know, I've been getting up before the Almighty all week, so that I can say goodbye to Corporal Kate before she goes to work.
This morning was different. I sort of faded into conciousness. No alarm clock. I must have been dreaming about silk or something, I don't remember. My first thoughts were in sort of the order of
mmmm... warm
silk. I love silk.
or satin.
whatever.
sunlight.
sunlight?
Kate?
no Kate.
She's in the kitchen, I hear her voice.
sunlight?
CRAP, SHE OVERSLEPT!
So I hop out of bed, throw on some tap pants and a camisole, and bolt for the kitchen.
Talk about a screeching halt.
"Surprise!!!" I about had a freakin' heart attack! The three of them scared the you-know-what out of me. Screaming like that. No sense, none of them. You can KILL a person screaming at them when they just wake up like that!
There's Kate, sitting at the table, drinking coffee. In her chemise. And my sister and brother-in-law, too. So there sit the three of them, at the kitchen table, all in their underwear, drinking coffee and scaring the bejeezus out of me.
The world has indeed gone mad.
Now I know I just got done talking about how our family isn't really bashful about being half-naked around each other. But Kate's kind of new to the family, and this was sort of a first. I admit it. I suffered a ridiculous moment of awkwardness. In my defense, I was still half asleep. And desperately confused. Why was Kate still here?
So after the three Archangels of Hell got through laughing at me, Kate managed to get me calm and sitting, and got some coffee for me. (She may be a succubus, but she's a considerate one.) There was some pouting and a little cussing. I confess.
Then it got kind of funny. Colonel Jack MaGuyver (he kind of reminds me of Richard Dean Anderson before the gray hair) was doing his best to "not look" too hard while Kate got my coffee and refilled all theirs. He was failing miserably, though. Ruthie caught him eyeballing Kate's butt, of course, and yelled at him. "You know if you didn't look, I'd be worried about you!" She mortifies even me sometimes. Kate didn't even miss a beat, though. She "accidently" flashed him a little hip. Nothing much, just hip. I thought he'd turn purple after all the shades of red he went through. I half think Kate and Ruthie had it planned out ahead of time. Wouldn't surprise me, heathens. Anyways, show over, Kate sat down.
She finally gave me the whole scoop about the "leave" and all that. It's a good thing it was a REALLY good surprise, or I might be sitting in the pokey right now, awaiting arraignment.
She OWES me the chateau in France now.
Back a few days ago, I mentioned that Kate had a surprise for me today...
Nope, not a chateau in the south of France. Better.
SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT!
Ok, not completely out. But she pretty much doesn't have to go back to work at all. Turns out my lover had some vacation (they call it "leave") built up, and she's taking it now. It's more than enough to carry her to the end of her contract, so she's spent all week turning in her Marine Corps stuff and doing all the final paperwork and trudging through all the red tape.
SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT! SHE'S OUT!
I'm a little excited, can you tell?
Oh, and let me tell you how that evil biatch told me.
As our faithful readers know, I've been getting up before the Almighty all week, so that I can say goodbye to Corporal Kate before she goes to work.
This morning was different. I sort of faded into conciousness. No alarm clock. I must have been dreaming about silk or something, I don't remember. My first thoughts were in sort of the order of
mmmm... warm
silk. I love silk.
or satin.
whatever.
sunlight.
sunlight?
Kate?
no Kate.
She's in the kitchen, I hear her voice.
sunlight?
CRAP, SHE OVERSLEPT!
So I hop out of bed, throw on some tap pants and a camisole, and bolt for the kitchen.
Talk about a screeching halt.
"Surprise!!!" I about had a freakin' heart attack! The three of them scared the you-know-what out of me. Screaming like that. No sense, none of them. You can KILL a person screaming at them when they just wake up like that!
There's Kate, sitting at the table, drinking coffee. In her chemise. And my sister and brother-in-law, too. So there sit the three of them, at the kitchen table, all in their underwear, drinking coffee and scaring the bejeezus out of me.
The world has indeed gone mad.
Now I know I just got done talking about how our family isn't really bashful about being half-naked around each other. But Kate's kind of new to the family, and this was sort of a first. I admit it. I suffered a ridiculous moment of awkwardness. In my defense, I was still half asleep. And desperately confused. Why was Kate still here?
So after the three Archangels of Hell got through laughing at me, Kate managed to get me calm and sitting, and got some coffee for me. (She may be a succubus, but she's a considerate one.) There was some pouting and a little cussing. I confess.
Then it got kind of funny. Colonel Jack MaGuyver (he kind of reminds me of Richard Dean Anderson before the gray hair) was doing his best to "not look" too hard while Kate got my coffee and refilled all theirs. He was failing miserably, though. Ruthie caught him eyeballing Kate's butt, of course, and yelled at him. "You know if you didn't look, I'd be worried about you!" She mortifies even me sometimes. Kate didn't even miss a beat, though. She "accidently" flashed him a little hip. Nothing much, just hip. I thought he'd turn purple after all the shades of red he went through. I half think Kate and Ruthie had it planned out ahead of time. Wouldn't surprise me, heathens. Anyways, show over, Kate sat down.
She finally gave me the whole scoop about the "leave" and all that. It's a good thing it was a REALLY good surprise, or I might be sitting in the pokey right now, awaiting arraignment.
She OWES me the chateau in France now.
