It's our Anniversary today.

And since we didn't plan to celebrate it (something about year four just seems kinda lackluster), neither of us got the other gifts. Instead we went on a Vacation with my company this weekend to North Myrtle Beach. It was fun. Lots of swimming, free food, unwanted alcohol, and child being her normal whiny bitch self. We went to a store called 'Break Out' where we attempted to get out before the serial killer caught us. We all died. It was super convoluted. Lol.              

Anyway, I'm actually posting because I got another letter from the Past Runa. I just wanted to share, because it was a great letter to receive. Thanks for reading!

Dear Future Runa,

The last letter was unexpectedly fun to read, so I have high hopes. It's our 3rd year anniversary today, and I just got my job scaled back for kinda being incompetent, though I followed normal procedure, so don't think it's entirely my fault.
MJ lives with us, and wants us to be Mom and Dad, but still refers to us as Auntie and Reb. Has that changed? How is she? Please tell me she's not pregnant....
Speaking of, are you pregnant yet? Or is it still not a good time? The condom slipped off today, so maybe I'm getting pregnant right now? I guess you'll know much better than me.
Cin is in Jail, and expecting to get out at the end of July. Did she? What is she doing now? Have you been able to arrange visits between her and MJ?
Maya is still a whiny kitty, and I can't wait to get a house that she can be an indoor outdoor cat in. And I can't wait to move out of Austin. There's nothing here worth staying for, we're just waiting for somewhere worth leaving for.
Is your heel fixed? I'm getting a lot of flak for having that 'cut' on the bottom of my foot, but I can't exactly help it, can I? I visit the doctor on Monday to see if s/he can get it fixed up. I hope so.
Don't stress yourself out, and don't worry too much. I know it can be hard, but you're a naturally positive person. You love deeply, you feel strongly, and you're logical to a fault. You deserve every good thing that's happened to you, and all the bad are just ways to make you stronger and give you a wider range of experiences. Understand and admit when you're wrong, but don't beat yourself up more than you need to either. You're beautiful, sweet, intelligent, and earnest. Fuck the other people (besides Hubby and MJ and Maya). Well okay, you should only be fucking Hubby, but you know what I meant by that.
I love you, Future Runa, just as I know you love me. We're gonna be fine. Teehee?

~Past Runa

I have a moral dilemma on my hand.....

One hand in particular. You see, I went to the doctor on Thursday (Finally, I've been trying to go for weeks), to have him check out this hard bump on my hand. He glanced at it, poked it, called a wart, but said I needed to see a dermatologist to check it out and see what exactly it is, because they just classify it as a wart if its hard, and a blister if it's soft. Regardless, it hurts like a bitch when there's pressure on it, it's at the base of my thumb, and it is constantly being irritated by the massage work I do.

Now the moral part: It could be contagious if it's a wart, so I should. not. be. touching. clients. with. it. Except it's been six weeks since the damn thing formed (apparently a drop in immune system lets them form, like cold sores), and I didn't take any precautions before this because 1. it's super hard to keep a band aid on the damn thing because of where it's located, and 2. It looked nothing like the typical warts I looked up online. Even now, it looks more like a blister to me, but Hubby says it looks like a wart now (I've irritated the shit out of it experimenting). So my dilemma: It's mothers day weekend, calling out could mean i lose my job, especially if i'm not able to come back in until this wart is gone. I did cover it with a bandaid and tape today while I was working, and changed the bandage between each massage after rewashing my hands, but again, that irritated the shit out of it. So I'm trying to remain ethical, but the reality is more difficult than school really shows you.

Thoughts, opinions?

Now she's trying to skip.

Child needs to learn to plan these things out. If you're planning to skip because you're 'sick' you need to start prepping days beforehand. 'Mum, I don't feel great....' 'Oh, just the one serving for me please, my stomach is a little off.' or 'It's kinda hot/cold in here, isn't it?' a couple days beforehand, sprinkled out and slowly becoming more apparent until the day you planned to skip: "Uuuurgh. I think I'm gonna throw up! Do you have anything for my stomach? And my ears.... they feel like they're ringing... No, no, I'll go to school. Wouldn't want to miss it.' And BAM. 'No. Get your ass in bed. You're sick.' ITS NOT THAT HARD.
Her half-hearted 'My stomach and head hurrrrrt' the morning of? When she was well enough to eat spicy food and ask for ice cream the day before? Hah. Not likely, childling. I drove her to school, and was twenty minutes late to work.
She didn't even protest when we demanded she get up and ready for school. She knew she was caught. *shakes head* As Hubby says, she's in the phase of testing us.

Her mother isn't helping. She keeps asking if she can talk to MJ, and if she can stay the night, and spend time with her before she goes back to jail. We said she could come visit for a few hours (it will have to be in public), but we're not going to Mom's for mother's day (I have to work both Sat/Sun), and we're not letting her stay the night here. I was wavering on that, because she's my sister (For you that have siblings, imagine being unable to offer your little/big sister a room to sleep in for a night or two because your partner doesn't feel it's safe. Not a pleasant feeling, makes you guilty and feel like an awful human, even if you agree logically with your partner) and she really needs help. But after this phone conversation, when she admitted she's on a balcony in FL on the 22nd floor, and has been to multiple beaches in the last few days 'because it was offered to her' and suddenly I'm a lot more wary. She was offered something generally means they had a use for her. Whether as a user, as a warm body, as a helping hand, etc. is unknown, but drugs are likely involved. *sigh*

"I took my clothes off to please you. You can use your clothes to please me.'' My response when Hubby told me to stop using his shirt as a napkin.

End Post

X-Rated post

Those days when Hubby fucks me so hard that I can hardly stand, and have to slowly stagger around, I remember a goal I have. A goal I will one day realize.

I am going to truss him up like a turkey, and fuck him just like this, until he can't move around either. That day shall be glorious. That day shall come. And he will not see it coming til he's tied up and getting prepped. Beware you bastard, because if I have to hobble like an old woman, you're gonna hobble like an old man.

I have a goal. And it WILL happen. End post.