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Here i am, back home after my fun weekend away.  i had a lovely time.  My sister and i  have always been close, but in the last couple of years have not spent as much time together as we once did, so this was a treat. 

We had some fabulous meals, went shopping and took advantage of an amazing sale, and talked and talked and talked.  It was great.  

On Saturday night, after dinner, we stopped off in the bar of the hotel lounge to have a drink.  While we were there,  we ended up talking to a very nice man, and then a couple of  his friends who dropped by the table.

The nice man  felt the need to convince someone that he was a feminist, despite belonging to the all-male society known as the Oriental Order of the Groundhog, or OOGH.  Yes he was a groundhog, and it was a fairly fascinating experience, but a story for a different day.

i got home Sunday just in time to spring into action preparing for Sir’s surprise Birthday Party.  No, i had not mentioned it here before because i was afraid He might decide to read the blog, as He does occasionally, and i was protecting the surprise.  

It was just a small family party – about 14 of us – and i kept the preparations simple . but He was surprised and delighted.  We just had pizza and cake and ice cream, but i think everyone had a good time.

His sister and her family came – i had not actually met her before, so of course she had not been to the house.  It was almost time for Sir to get home, and they hadn’t arrived.  i was a bit concerned, but not worried.  

Then i get this text from Ms. Constance:

“The folks looking for you ended up in Josh’s basement.”

My mind reels.  WHAT?

Remember, i mentioned a while back that there was someone in the community who lives in my neighborhood?  Yeah, that’s Josh.  But ~ But ~

~  for a moment, i had this mental image of Josh’s basement as dungeon and Sir’s sister manacled to the wall…  yikes!!

NO, of course that’s not how it went.  

But they did think it was the party, and were introducing themselves and ready to have a good time, when one of the kinky folk, not recognizing Sir’s vanilla name, said, You’re whose sister?  Um, we don’t know anyone named that.”  

It was a titleholders preparation meeting,   Thank goodness they didn’t walk in on a class with a caning demonstration or CBT or some other such thing.

And fortunately, Ms. Constance was able to direct them to the right house, and they thought the folks at Josh’s house were just lovely, so that ended well.  

And then Sir came home, and was surprised and delighted, and we all had a good time. By the time it was over, and Sir had taken the grandkids home and come back, i was half-asleep on the couch, so He tethered me and put me to bed.  It was good to be home.

Of course, time away means i’m further behind on everything, so  bear with me while i try to play catch-up.   

On a whole different note, we were talking about soul mates the other day, and i ran across this quote, thought i would share it here

“A soul mate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communication and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace. This kind of relationship is so important to the soul that many have said there is nothing more precious in life.” 

― Thomas Moore