I decided before we sat down to watch football that I didn’t want to play our football game. It’s a good thing. The Giants lost. They looked horrible. Not only that, but the quarterback was sacked a few times. Spanking on top of the loss would have added insult to injury. I guess that’s always a risk. Did I have some premonition about the game? Nope. Based on the win-loss record, our team should have won. However, I did think it was going to be a struggle. Most of the other teams they’ve played have had worse records, and our team barely won. I don’t know what made me not want to play the game, but I bet Lion is happy about it. [Lion — Yes I am!]

I spent the morning trying to figure out flights, hotel, and rental car for a trip in December to see my son graduate as a physician’s assistant. He’s in the army, and he’ll almost immediately be shipped off to Hawaii for the remainder of his training. I know. The sacrifices he has to make. Sunshine. Surfing. It’s terrible, but he and his wife are strong. They can handle it.

Yesterday, I wrote about Lion’s new rule. I haven’t figured out exactly how to apply it. Do all comments count? There was a lady on The Price is Right whose boobs bounced when she ran down from her seat. It looked like she’d knock herself out. Was I wrong to say that? Would Lion be wrong to say it? These kinds of rules bother me. It’s a judgment call. Who am I to judge? If I wait for Lion to really piss me off, then I tend to be too pissed off to want to do anything about it. It’s stupid, I know. Of course, this means he goes unpunished. I may be better off with the rule about leaving the kitchen light on. That requires less judgment. It’s either on or off.

[Lion — Is the kitchen light a rule? Yes, it’s easier to enforce. The other rule is more challenging but also more useful for both of us. My answer to Mrs. Lion’s question about how to enforce any rule is to punish any infraction no matter how small. There’s no other way either of us will learn.]

Lion has been waiting for me to make new rules for a long time. Of course, he doesn’t like when I actually make them. Lately, he’s been doing something that drives me crazy. When he sees people on TV shows, usually regular people on games shows, he makes remarks about them being stupid or looking silly. When he gets an answer right that everyone got wrong, he says, “Everybody knows that.” Sometimes I don’t. Am I stupid too? This last example falls under the know-it-all rule, but the others don’t. The person isn’t stupid just because of the way they talk or what they say in an interview. They don’t look silly just because they have tattoos or green hair. If he’s not allowed to be rude to people in person, he shouldn’t be rude to people on TV.

Technically, I guess this is just an extension of the previous rule of not being rude. He wasn’t too happy when I brought it up yesterday. I don’t really expect him to be happy about any rule that could end with a paddle meeting his rear end. He shouldn’t jump for joy if I tell him he’ll be punished if he leaves the kitchen light on. Again. However, he does want me to make rules. I’m sure a tiny part of him is happy I’m expanding my authority. His posterior may be small, but it’s not the part that will be happy. Anyway, that’s the new rule or extension of an old rule, whichever way you want to think about it.

He announced he was horny last night. Thank you, my pet. That’s always good to know. My plan for having an early play time faded away, though. We went out to buy a lottery ticket, then picked up food for dinner. We figured we could heat it up when we were ready. Unfortunately, we didn’t eat lunch, and the food smelled so good on the way home we were hungry earlier. However, since we ate earlier, we did have sexy time earlier than a normal after dinner sexy time.

Lion wasn’t making his usual noises. When I suck him, I can’t see his face, and it can be difficult to figure out where he is on the edging indicator. I thought he was close a few times, but I just interrupted things. In the end, I decided to give him an orgasm. It was easier than trying to figure out if I was getting him at the actual edge or too soon. Plus, I wanted to see if I could get some yummy cream filling. I think he had a nice orgasm, and I got a nice reward. Win-win.

I am delighted that Mrs. Lion has a new job. It’s with a large company with a full menu of benefits and opportunities for advancement. She feels that a month is a long time to search for work. My job hunts generally lasted six months or more. The last time I was hired, it was four months after being told I would get the job until all the t’s were crossed. I know my lioness will do wonderfully in her new position.

I’ve been struggling with finding a literary agent. It’s a nearly impossible task. The average agent receives about 300 queries from prospective clients each month. I got smarter this time. Instead of querying randomly chosen agents, I looked for the ones who sold books that resemble mine. Will it work? Who knows? For all I know, I write dime-a-dozen crap that no one wants to publish.

I’ve been attending a few webinars on writing and acquiring agents. Maybe they will help. I could self-publish, but that’s a bad idea. For one thing, I have no way to promote the book or get it to reviewers. Traditional publishing is the way to go.

An alternative is to write sexually provocative stuff. I could self-publish that and sell it via the blog. My very first try was a spanking book. It was hot but didn’t take me where I wanted to go. I suppose if I get discouraged enough I can go that route.

Anyway, I’m keeping very busy with my efforts at self promotion. Thanks for listening.

I have been having so much fun since I lost my job. I’ve been applying for jobs left and right. I’ve been worrying that no one will hire me, and I’ll have to work in a grocery store. Not that there’s anything wrong with working in a grocery store. It would just be a cut in pay. And then there’s the health insurance aspect. We decided that I shouldn’t pay for COBRA. Instead, Lion added me to his insurance. It’s been two weeks of waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Finally, I was on the insurance. However, apparently it takes longer to be added to the prescription side of things. That’s what I really need. I take one drug that costs $700 a month unless you get it through insurance. Then the price magically drops to $25 a month. It’s been a long month and a half since I got fired. (Yes, Lion, I know I was technically not fired. I was laid off. Same difference.)

However, I did get some good news on Thursday. I had an interview last week that I thought went very well. I often think that and nothing comes of it. I got an email on Wednesday from HR of that same company, wanting to set up a phone call. I thought it might be a second interview. Promising. Then I thought it couldn’t be an interview if it was HR. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. The interviewer said they’d be making a decision in a week or two. Fingers crossed. The job was no longer listed on the site. Toes crossed. The phone call from HR confirmed that I was being offered the position. Woohoo!!! What a huge relief. Lion said I wasn’t unemployed for that long. It felt like eons. Of course, I will not relax until my first day when I will be nervous about all the new stuff they’ll throw at me.

It’s been a roller coaster around here. I’ve been on edge. Lion’s dealing with his own issues, trying to get his book published. Turmoil. That’s the word. And we’re still not on the same page about sex. Lion was cold last night so he was huddled under the blankets. He was hungry because we haven’t been eating lunch lately. I went off to make dinner. When I headed off to do the dishes, he asked if we had anything sweet for dessert. In this house? Please. Sweet is most of what we have. But I took that as a sign he wasn’t interested in sex. I should have asked. He’ll say I should have asked. We both know I should have asked. But I didn’t.

Today, we have some errands to run and then we’re free to play at any point. Again, I’m assuming. Okay, I won’t assume. I’ll ask him if he’s free for a sexual interlude when we get home.