i'm such a ninny.
a silly little kitten.
i misheard what was no more than a small sigh of exasperation. what the philosopher did say was that my hair is the one thing he CAN'T control, since he always gives in and allows me to get it cut.
i blame hormones.
excessive analysis of my stats.
i saw that he had come to our blog from Dominant Seven, where he would have seen Irch say he can't handle a long-distance relationship.
i saw that he had read my own post Leave of Absence, where i described how he had tried to break up with me for the third time (and which i recommend to new readers for a bit of explanatory history).
and i drew all the wrong conclusions.
i was punished with a rubber-band caning on my left inner thigh.
i had to write in my little book "i will not be a silly little kitten."
i have to send him a photo.
i am banned from looking at my stats at all until further notice.
and i am to watch out for signs that my new job is taking too big an emotional toll.
(my co-worker says that after a while i'll be able to detach some while still caring. i hope so...)
so there we are.
i AM a silly little kitten.
and i am very lucky to be owned by this man who is both tolerant and strict, loving and controlling.
but i do miss you, master!
PS - since i am again banned from my stats, this would be a good time for you lurkers behind trees to peek out and show your noses.