We went to a play party this weekend at the local play space and, as a result, played.

As a result of that, I have wee welts all over my upper back that itch like mad.  Pain I can take but this itching?  Is going to drive me to the nut house.  It is distracting.  Irritating.  And did I mention it’s making me CRAZY?

Yes. Well.  It is.

Worth it, though.  My masochistic side was well fed, my submissive side has come out of hiding and we’ve had some fanfuckingtastic talks, sex and even more hurty stuff since.

I do believe I can stay sane if I look at those things and ignore the itching.

*scratch scratch scratch*

Also?  I am dog sitting while Taylor and the guys run to Illinois to pick someone up.

A friend’s daughter is being abused by her boyfriend and called home today, asking if her mom could please come get her.  Not the greatest neighborhood so her mom, step dad and a bunch of step dad’s friends are going to retrieve her.

While I watch the dog.

And try to eat my chicken and rice dinner.

Stress. I haz it.

And then there is twitter.

Online shit in general.

I swear to gods, I unfollowed most of the folks who cause me stress.  I unsubscribed to their blogs.  I swiffered them right out of my life.  And then?  Folks I normally like start acting like asshats.

Whiners, complainers, people with no patience, they’re making me lose what’s left of my mind.

And then the excuses for the shitty behavior and the anger at being called for it are enough to try the patience of a saint.

I try pretty hard to be neutral with shit but, jesus h, if you’re going to open your big fat mouth and whine and complain and announce how pissed off you are before you even try to contact someone who can do something about it?  You’re a fucking idiot.

When you put yourself in the role of someone to be looked up to and then go off half cocked at the drop of a hat?  You may want to rethink your role, baby. It’s not suiting you so well.  Or maybe brush up on the expectations of conduct.

Oh.  And take a chill pill.  No one else is going to sneak in and grab your wee little gift card.

On a happy note…

That Teen is going up north with The Girlfriend and her family for nearly a week.  They’re leaving tomorrow and won’t be home until Sunday night.

Naked time!!!!!!

Five and a half days of house to ourselves time.

Sex any time we want it, as loud as we want it. (We also have no downstairs neighbors at the moment. Woot!)

The downside is having to do the dishes.

And now? I have managed to finish my chicken – which was sort of dry – as well as my rice and veggies. I am about to put these dogs in the kennels, brew up a cup of sweet, hot joe and have myself a bath.

Fuck drama, fuck itchies, fuck everything for an hour or so.

And I’ll probably fuck myself, too.