Bon Anniversaire à Moi
I will be baking cupcakes for my party this weekend and opening the giftbag my boys tied shut this morning, making me promise not to open it until dinnertime. It's something from Bath & Body Works; I heard Miles reading the package to Jack in the bedroom just after they asked me to cut them a length of ribbon.
Rather than beg for gifts (Ahem!Hitachimagicwand!Ahem!) from you, dear readers, I thought it would be nice to give you something nice to gaze upon.
Since I decided to accept advertising, I've wanted to change the layout a bit to give the people who pay me to link to them a better choice of space. I also wanted to keep the text and ads balanced, pretty, and you know, uncomplicated. The three-column template was designed by Pam Blackstone, modified from the original Minima by Doug Bowman. I took my own liberties and voilà!
You'll notice some additions, and a few tweaks which will happen in the coming days.
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Oh, and there's a new profile pic.
Now, to commence with my birthday celebrations! There will be snow, cupcakes, fancy panties and a French bistro. Black boots, cigars, bourbon and, well, spankings.
Of course, Lolita gave me my first round of birthday spankings earlier this month, as seen in this photo. She's the "lucky sod holding the switch" as my friend Mon so eloquently put it. I happen to think that I was the lucky one. Well, me and the Fanboy.
I want to thank my friends for being consistently awesome; I promise to write about you soon. I especially want to
She's the sweetest, most fabulous friend and painslut ever.
Speaking of getting things up, I believe I'd like to take you back to the lake--lo, these many months ago--for some fine kissing and the most languorous of blowjobs.
They don't call it the Deep South for nothing.