Only Because I Hold You in the Highest Regard, Jane Austen has nothing on me!

Sir is still battling this pesky sickness.  It's hard seeing him feel this way.  I'm going to continue the current path of treatment though and give him multiple doses of TLC per day.

I woke up this morning, as is usual, to him stroking my back.  I love waking up next to him.  His hands are so warm. It feels amazing waking up to those warm hands touching me.  I nestle up next to him and we spoon.  It's like there is a place created just for me to cozy up beside him.

I normally love snuggling up into that special little cranny.  This morning though I had the task of telling Sir a difficult thing.

So instead of snuggling up in my cozy spot, I kinda sat up and said the thing that had to be said.

Sir, I have to tell you something.  And it is only because we have the deepest bond of love and affection that I can say this, but it is time WE take a shower.  It might be good if WE brush our teeth too!

What?  You don't like the smell of my pheromones?

At this point I have my face buried in my pillow and emphatically shaking my head "No!"

We laugh a little.  Snuggle some more.  And, because I made my protests known, we are heading directly to the shower.  Or so I thought.

Instead I feel his arm get a little tighter and simultaneously my body is tilted a little to the side.  I feel the chill of the room on my backside as he lowers the covers from around me.

I settle into this new place beside him.

We aren't taking a shower, are we, Sir?

No.  I have a few things planned and then we'll shower.

Warming Her Backside

Happy New Year!

My Sir is so sickly, but I arrived last night to provide him with some TLC.  He is busy right now writing a blog for work.  That has afforded me some time to peruse the interwebs for one of my new fascinations. Springerle molds. I blame Delta Airlines for my new vice.  The cookies they give out on flights are amazingly tasty -- and addictive.  I wanted to make these for Christmas cookies this year -- so started the google chase.

Turns out the recipe for those Delta cookies, Speculaas, is hard to pin down.  I found a lot of variations to the recipe.  But, what I did find in my googling were Springerle molds.

Oh. My. Heavens.  These things are works of art.  The tally in my "Shopping Cart" increased significantly today!

The one below, though, was the most delightful to date.  If I had not read the caption first, I would have had no clue what the picture was depicting.  It was really just the title though that made me laugh out loud.  Sir wanted to know what was funny so I covered the title and asked him to guess the name of this cookie mold.

Well...Sir saw a lady with her derrière backed up to large upright object so he thought it was some kind of erotic Pompeian artifact.  

First. Seriously? His first thought was, "Is that a giant cock?" Nope. 
Second. Good news.  Sir is on the mend. He is acting more like his risqué self.  
Third. Seriously his first thought was, "Is that a giant cock?"

Anyways, it was something much less ribald.  But still,  he had a few good things to say about it.

Ladies and maybe a Gent or two...I give you "Warming Her Backside"