I didn’t spank Lion last night. We got home from his appointment around 6 and then I had to make dinner while he showered. That brings us to today. We’ve been waiting for a Century Link tech to set up a DSL line for us. When the internet went out a week or so ago, Lion decided we needed yet another level of Armageddon protection. We’re now an hour past our appointment time, but we’ve been assured he’s working on it at the central office.
Lion wants to go get the manual for his new ham radio bound at a FedEx store. We were hoping this DSL thing didn’t take all day. It looks like it might. In the meantime, rather than getting in the middle of unpacking and being interrupted, I’ve been trying to figure out if I want to order something from IKEA and have it shipped. The alternative is driving an hour or so to the store to pick it up. Yeah, shipping sounds much better.
Lion also told me he’s in the mood for love. The Lion weather is hot and steamy. So he needs both a spanking and a wanking. And a haircut. And a waxing. It takes a lot of work to maintain a Lion. And there’s no user manual either. You think it’s bad with kids? Lion is set in his ways, and he wants what he wants when he wants it. And how he wants it. Any deviation and I’ve upset the whole apple cart. Of course, he knows better than to demand sex, and I doubt he’d ever demand a spanking. He wants it, but not really, but he does, but want is too strong a word.
We’ll see how long it takes for the phone guy to finish and then decide if we’re throwing in the towel on going to FedEx. They’re open tomorrow, too, so we might wait till then. No matter what, I guess I can set aside ten minutes to whomp a cute Lion tushy.
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