It's Me, Sara Louise

++ Fifty got himself stuck out on out on the ledge. I came home from the market, and was surprised that Fifty wasn’t at the door waiting for me as he usually is. I peaked under the stairs and he wasn’t there either. Panic ripped through me as I ran up the stairs calling for him with Miss Vicki and JoDelle right behind me. The bedroom windows were opened and I prayed that when I looked out of them, I wouldn’t see a crippled Fifty, crumbled in a heap on the ancient stones below. I didn’t, but what I did see when I looked over to my right was Fifty, hanging out the bathroom window. I ran into the bathroom, and there he was, stuck. Half his body was on the outside of the small window ledge, and the other half on the inside. He was stuck. I grabbed him from the ledge and gave him cuddles, and then a spanking for scaring Mommy.

++ I’m not sure whose idea it was, (Miss Vicki, I might be looking at you) but somehow we convinced The Husband to read parts of Fifty Shades of Grey to us, out loud. Now I’m sure you’re thinking, “ooh, Christian Grey being read in a French accent, oh la la.” But I can assure you, it was far more funny than sexy (far, far more; like snort your Montrachet up your nose, funny). And yes, we made him start on page 115. I’m thinking I should make The Husband read snippets of the naughty tome for a vlog series.

++ Now about that Montrachet I snorted up my nose… it was heaven in a bottle. If you’ve never had the pleasure of enjoying Montrachet, I urge you to try it as soon as possible. As Alexander Dumas said, “It should be drunk, on one’s knees with hat in hand.” Yep, that’s about right.

++ And back to that vlog series… so what do you think, should we make The Husband recite Christian Grey?