HNT-51 Singing for my supper

We, at Chez Lushly, have neighborhood joints that we frequent. The kind of place where they know you favorite wine, what salad dressing you want and call you by your first name... You know.. like in the movies....

We were at that place last night.

The girls were sweet and conversational, an unusual event for both of them at their ages.. We had a nice bottle of wine... It was pleasant. For a bit anyway.

A couple walked in. Older. He was not wearing his age well and needed the help of his wife and a medical attendent. She might have been younger but not by much.. but she was working her look hard. Fine.. yeah we noticed their arrival and then promptly went back to our meal...

Until the strolling musicians came in. A while ago, they noticed that I was quietly singing along...and they have encouraged me to sing with them...

Well they came by and were getting ready to play for this couple when they noticed me nearby...asked me to sing along...

This pissed the woman off. And she started ranting and raving about me and how I was not offering them a $5.00 tip. (as an aside... We always give them more than that....) As she raved about me, and I felt the color rise in my face, I looked at my girls. Thara's face was in her hands and Asha? She went white with shock and embarassment. It seemed that it went on forever.

Eventually though it ended and the couple left the restaurant. Needless to saw our meal was ruined.

They seem to enjoy housework more than I do

Maybe I need to start doing it in lingerie... What do you think?



By the way, I saw this over at My Pursuit of Happiness...

HNT-50, The Pussy and the Vibrator

I would like to say that I was clever enough to have set this picture up... but it would be a lie.

The sad reality is that I have been keeping the vibrator under my pillow in the hopes of being able to find a couple of minutes alone to be able to use it...

Alas, it has not been possible. So I guess I am glad to it is going to good use... NOT!

Fantastic

Well the post that I wrote yesterday is gone... disappeared.. poof!

Yes, it has been that kind of week

Hovering

Why can PK suddenly not leave me alone?

A desire for my company? 90% of the time we are alone together we are silent. The other 9.9999% we are talking about household issues or the kids. Our lives together, what we hope or want... these are topics that can not be discussed. Or at least I can't discuss them.

Yet here we are.. spending all this time together... Is it bringing us together in a more emotional level? No. Are we together more physically? No I am still on my twice a month plan. Why is he with me?

Because I told him I would be taking lovers... He is spending time with me to prevent me from having time to seek out or meet with a new lover. I am not sure that I shouldn't be pleased. But the fact remains that he still doesn't want me.

And the physical wanting is as important as the emotional. Does he think that I would leave him? Maybe a young woman would confuse sex and love, but I don't. This is not to say, I want a sexual relationship complete devoid of feelings, just an occasional interlude to remind me that I am something more than a cog in the works of this family.. I understand that I am the central cog, the one that keeps the family moving. But this position keeps me from interacting with the world on my own.

I am seen only as his wife or their mother.

Not me.

Just a woman.

HNT-49

I wish I could think of something romantic to post today.. or even a more erotic picture..

Instead this is an everyday picture.. my hair, post shower.

I remember better days, better Valentine's Days... You would jump into the shower with me.. help me shampoo my hair.. I would shave you, being careful of your upper lip and the planes of your face. Then both of us washing each other up....

Those days are gone, I suspect.

Valentines Schmalentines

Do I want the Jewel flowers and cards?

Do I want the fake sentiments that come with this holiday?

I want to be kissed like I am wanted, desired even. I want a fire started in me that spreads throughout my body until I am melted...liquid with longing. Whispers urging me to wantonness that I share with you, my lover...

Observed in Vegas

All right...

I know that I am like an innocent abroad when it comes to this sort of thing...

But when I was at dinner last night at Delmonico's Steakhouse (which was exceptionally tasty, I might add) I observed the oddest group of diners.

Two couples that appeared to be in their fifties or sixties, who seemed to be from Iowa or Minnesota if my midwestern radar is accurate. and their dining companion. A bleached blonde chick in her late thirties wearing pleather hot pants and vest, thigh high fishnets and high heeled boots.

WTF?

I thought that you didn't need to take a hooker to dinner?

Does this make sense to anyone? Can you explain it to me?

HNT-48, A New Boob

No,

Sorry,

It is the old boob... but both my boobs have a new lease on life as of this morning. Since they got the all clear I have been much more relaxed...

I suppose that I should have had more faith... my birthday was earlier this week and is the feast day of St. Agatha, patron saint of bellfounders; breast cancer; breast disease; Catania, Sicily; martyrs; nurses; Palermo, Sicily; rape victims; torture victims; wetnurses; and Zamarramala, Spain

please notice the breast elements. See, St. Agatha is said to have refused the advances of a Roman prefect and was tortured.. by having her breasts cut off and presented to her on a silver platter... I used to think it was weird. Now I hope it is a talisman. She certainly helped me out today.

While this painting (by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, The martyrdom of Saint Agatha) is lovely, it is not really appropriate for a HNT submission.. so I am including something more appropriate. This is me post test shot... with a marker indicating where one of my bilateral lumps is located.

NOW! OFF TO VEGAS!,

And the answer is?

Fibroadenoma!!!!

Multiple and bilateral (which according to the radiologist is a GOOD thing)

Yes, folks I am pendulous and lumpy! WHEE!

(This by the way is not my boob... it just plays it on this blog... but trust me, this is very similar to what I was looking at this morning)

Now that I can stop worrying about this.. I can concentrate on my birthday trip to VEGAS!

When I was told about it, I have to admit that I initially thought is was like one of those Make-A Wish trips...

PK wouldn't ever take me there and then suddenly he was.. it seemed suspicious.. but we are still going .. staying at the Venetian.. I even have dinner reservations already.. WHEE!

I hate losing track of time...

but I missed HNT this week. In all fairness, I wasn't prepared for it.

In fact, I was consumed with the kids school projects. Lately it has been one major report after another. This is (for the most part) the family tree that Thera put together for her class... I did add some additional foliage to fill in the family names.

In other news, I have been informed that I need to have additional test related to my mammogram. A friend of mine tells me that there is probably no reason to worry.. that they did the same thing when she went for her first mammogram.. but I can't help but worry... While they are reporting no observed calcifications tget apparently observed multiple masses in both breasts. Lets hope that I am just lumpy.