See you next year!

We are throwing a big New Year’s Eve party! So I will be pretty busy until then. We have three couples staying here. Thanks goodness I have help with the party. So I will wish everyone a Happy New Year now!

Theresa caused me to think of an old story that I am trying to get written up. I like telling old stories better than current ones where I end in trouble. I like to think that I learn from past mistakes. It’s not true, but it’s what I like to think anyway! LOL! Check back after the first of the year. See you then.

Cassie

Happy Birthday Elis !

Happy Birthday Elis!! Now do you see why I was pestering you to teach me how to post a picture! I figured that I would keep this new found skill hidden until your birthday! I believe that you have had a lovely year so I imagine turning 50 will just be another wonderful day for you. While I am sure you and Nick are doing great, I have to tell you, all this spanking and sex stuff doesn’t really get good until your sixties!! Again have a happy, happy birthday!!

A Special Evening

We went to the Church play tonight and it was so cute! I love the children in our church! They are all so sweet to me. The older teens had the big parts, but all the children had parts, even the smallest. We sat up front so I could see everything.

One little lamb, about 2 years old, had the cutest little outfit. He had on a little white sweat suit, a hood with black ears and a small black tail. His little nose had been painted black too. This precious little fellow began crying quietly in all the commotion. I motioned for him to come to me and he came!

He crawled up in my lap and snuggled down as content as if he had always known me. He fell asleep in my arms and I am not sure that that has ever happened to me before. It was such a wonderful feeling I had tears in my eyes. I believe I could have sat contentedly with him all night. I hated to give him back to his mom. It wasn’t in the cards for me to be a mother. But tonight was very special to me.

Stolen Meme

I think I stole this from Elis who stole it from Theresa or something like that. Any way here goes --

What bad thing happened to you this week?

Tom played golf two afternoons and took my keys with him! I feel so trusted! Of course if he hadn’t I would have been out of here in a shot!

What good thing happened to you this week?

I got to do a bit more typing.

What did you have for breakfast?

French toast, strawberrys and coffee.

What is your favorite color?

I think blue, but sometimes I’m one of those pink girls.

What is your favorite fast food chain?

Tom doesn’t like fast food so we rarely go there together. When I can get away I like McDonald’s, Wendy, Bojangles and Arbys!

How much did your last fill up cost you?

The last time I filled up my own car gas was only 35 cent a gallon!

Do you have a job?

Not really, sometimes I am a substitute teacher, but mostly I am a kept woman!

If you had one wish in the whole world excluding winning the lottery what would it be?

That Tom and I die the same night right after we make love. In about 30 years! And I will take this wish over the lottery any day!

What time do you get up in the morning?

Usually around 8:00 am

What are your pet’s names?

Jeeter, Scooter, and Maco. Maco is the big sissy who runs when she first hears a spanking. Jeeter and Scooter run to watch.

Do they have nick names?

Not really.

How many times a week do you screw up word verification?

Every time I encounter one.

What is your favorite spanking position?

On the bed over Tom’s lap.

What is your favorite spanking implement?

Not the ivory hair brush (someday I am going to toss that thing!) I like the new leather paddle and the crop. Tom has never gone full force with the crop. Oh, strike all that, Tom’s hand is the best.

What is your favorite food?

I really like junk food. But chocolate is a pretty safe bet.

Coke or Pepsi?

Coke of course!

What is the best thing about blogging?

Of course the people!! Meeting people that I would have never met in real life, learning about things I would never have heard about anywhere else in the world. I have my very own friends now.

What color are your toenails?

Coral Peach

What is your favorite cocktail?

I usually stick to wine these days.

What is the worse part of your job?

I haven’t worked enough to have a worse part.

Have you implemented any new words into your vocabulary lately?

Oh my yes, blog, site, post, link. Tom is always trying to increase my vocabulary with word like ‘no’, ‘behave’, ‘listen’, ‘mind’ and on and on!

Tom Meets Sky

Every run by Sky's site to see what Tom had to say to her. It always surprises me when Tom wants to leave a comment!

Look! I linked to Sky's site and believe it or not, Elis taught me how to do it! Thanks Elis!

Thank You!

I want to thank everyone for coming by on delurking day. I so enjoyed reading all your comments and it was wonderful seeing such a mix of old friends and new ones. The doctor has no problem with me typing one handed or driving for that matter. But others don’t share his opinion. But I think Tom is going to lighten up a bit though.

This was a rough day when I did get to type and blogger kept eating my work and would not let me comment or post. With typing this slow it nearly drove me crazy! I am leaning to save my work. More soon, but thanks again for stopping by and please come back or email anytime.

Everyone is Welcomed!

To my silent friends, I wanted to join everyone today to invite you to please leave a comment to say hello. I am not supposed to be blogging yet. I know none of you will believe this but I had a passing thought of sneaking on here to blog this but I had a funny feeling that Tom might just check in to see that I was minding him. Although I don’t know why he wouldn’t trust me! I always do what he tells me to! So I got his permission for this only.

I was able to get his permission by explaining how important I thought this was. I would be thrilled to meet, through your comments, anyone who has ever come by my blog. I would love to read any comments you might leave, especially now that my time to type is very limited. Maybe you could keep me entertained for a bit. Please leave some name so that I might know you if you ever return. If you are not ready to leave a comment, email me. But please, it is safe. Just say Hello.

I am mending very nicely and as some of you have surmised being pampered to the hilt! But one hand, left handed typing is for the birds! This took forever. But if you comment or email I will respond, slowly, but I will.

Hope to hear from you,
Cassie

For Paul

Paul, I feel you have taken on an awesome responsibility befriending, guiding and encouraging these lovely ladies through your comments. While I will not be joining you, I do admire your courage. Best wishes on your birthday.

Cassie’s Tom


Dear, dear Paul, Happy Birthday! You are such a special man. You are always such a calm voice of reason. As Tom said, you are a guide to us all.

When I first began reading Bonnie I assumed that she and all those who commented were in their twenties, maybe thirties. Maybe they are a bit older than that, but I was still pleased to find a peer close to my age. This was another big step in feeling normal. I love reading every thing you have to say about Mel and the magical marriage you shared. I hope we can enjoy many years of sharing our ups and downs and our views on life, love and spankings!

Hugs and love to the 2nd most wonderful man I know!

Cassie

I'm Back!

I’m back, I’m here, I’m legal, and I’m in the open! I feel like I could go on Oprah and leap onto her sofa!! Tom laid down some blogging rules that should be easy to live with. I can’t tell you when I have been happier. After an extremely rough time when I first told him he finally listened to me, he listened to you and while I know he still has some misgivings he is choosing to treat the whole thing with a sense of humor. My heart feel like it is filled with helium and I could just float away on joy!

After Tom read everything I had posted I could pretty much tell that he was going to let me continue. He thought much of it was funny although I could tell a few could still give me a warm rear. He wanted to know what else I had been reading so I took him to Bonnie’s site first, then Grace, Eva, Theresa, CeeCi and Elis. He agreed that they seem like nice, normal people. Then from the comments, he wanted to see Tiggr and Sky’s sites. I am not hiding anything but I told him that you guys sometimes posted pictures that might make him uncomfortable and that I would rather he not visit at this time (Tiggr and Sky I hope you understand.) He could know all he needed to know by reading your comments. I’m not sure why but he agreed. I really don’t think he wants to get mad again.

When he told me that he wanted to post something I was dumbfounded! I simple couldn’t believe it. He and I disagree about my state of mind when we met. I do not think I was in such bad shape. But who knows Tom’s memory maybe better than mine. In either case I thank God he did find me and took care of me. He is still taking care of me and I am still grateful. As I think back on events during the first few years of our marriage I guess I did give him cause to worry. I did make some very careless, downright dangerous choices sometimes. But that was so long ago. I will admit sometimes my choices these days might be foolish but I do not do anything intentionally dangerous. You would think the fear would ease after 30 years!

These are my new blogging rules, considering that I expected to never blog or possible email again I won’t be breaking any of these!

No leaving the bed in the middle of the night to blog, or touch the computer for any reason.

I had been doing this more and more when Tom was asleep because I was having trouble sleeping myself. I really don’t see how this is any different from getting up and reading or watching an old movie. But I’m not arguing.

Limit my time on line each day.

He left this open ended but I will be sure to give him no reason to complain.

Always write like a lady. One thing this means is no cursing.

Can you tell me one other blog that has as language any milder than mine?? He was annoyed about this. He said that he knew words might some times slip out when someone is upset (I get spanked when they do though!), but I had to make a conscience choice to type it. So I will try to watch it.


Absolutely no contact other than the internet!

He was adamant on this! If this rule is broken the computer goes once and for all.

I gave him one rule too. I told him that I didn’t want him reading what I wrote everyday. I want to be uninhibited in what I write on a daily basis but that I would show him the stories when I wrote them. He laughed and said I didn’t get to give him rules and he would read anything he wanted to anytime he wanted to. What a shock, but it was worth a try! He did say he didn’t plan on checking it on a daily but he would check it out when he wanted to.

Soon I will tell you exactly what happened when I told him. But for me it was miserable time so I wanted to tell you the happy ending first. I will say more about it but a special blessing to those of you that wrote letters. And an even more special thanks to Eva who started it all. There was a ton of talking between Tom and me to get to this point, but I don’t think he would have let me keep talking with out all the love and support he saw in the letter! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am so happy to be home.

The Dinner Party

You know in most of my stories I don’t plan to get my self in trouble, it just happens. But I admit this one was my fault and I loved it and I may do it again someday. It was worth everything I got!

Back when Tom was working full time he had to go off for one trip that lasted eight days. EIGHT DAYS do you realize how much I hated being alone for that long. It was awful, I was lonely, he was gone eight night too you know. He was to come home on Saturday around noon and that night we had to go to a formal dinner party. Now I hate formal dinner parties. When I was much younger I liked them fine but after I married Tom and became a real person I realized that the usually dull people there only cared about how high you held your nose and your pinkie. But it was Tom’s work and I played my part very well.

I would have preferred not to go out his first night home but at least I knew we would have the whole afternoon for our reunion. However it did not turn out quite that way. Delays and missed connections kept pushing his arrival time later and later. When he finally called from the airport to say he was on his way home he told me to lay his clothes out and to be ready when he got there. I begged him to skip the dinner but he said that it was important that we go and he promised we would not have to stay late. He was right about that!

I felt like I barely got a hug and a kiss as he raced upstairs to get ready. I didn’t have much to say on the way to the dinner. But as we walked in I whispered “I just wanted you to know honey, I’m not wearing any panties tonight”. His eyes narrowed a bit which is his signal for “don’t start”. We mingled and small talked for awhile then we were seated. As the first course was served and people were talking all around us I looked at Tom and said very quietly into his ear “If we were home right now I would be on my knees loving you like never before.” Now while this is something I certainly might do, I would usually never say such a thing even if we were alone. I immediately turned to the man on my left and began more small talk. Minutes later I turned back to Tom and exclaimed “Why, Tom, you looked flushed! Are you sure you are feeling alright?’ I chatted with those across the table from us about his late flight and how perhaps we shouldn’t have come but that Tom didn’t want to miss the dinner. Tom was still somewhat speechless.

I gave him about 5 minutes to compose himself but as the conversation got louder around us, I leaned close and started again “If we were home you could tie me to the bed and do anything you wanted to do to me!” he managed to get out a terse “Cassie stop it!” as I turned to continue my other conversation. As we were finishing up the main course Tom was talking with the women on the other side of him when I reached over under the table, laid my hand between his legs and gave a little squeeze. Tom actually dropped his fork and turned to look at me. I can’t even begin to describe that look!

Tom turned to our companions and said. “I’m really not feeling like myself, perhaps we should leave. Please give our regrets to our host.” As he held my chair all I could think was, ‘Oh dear, I've really done it now!’ Tom did not say one work as our car was brought around. We got in and he pulled away still silent. I was quiet too, I figured I had said enough already! He drove about 3 miles and then pulled into a Wal-Mart. We weren’t that far from home and I couldn’t believe he was going to spank me in the parking lot by a busy street but I was at a loss as to what he was doing. Still holding onto the wheel he shook his head and said “You little devil!” He then started laughing so hard he cried. We both laughed until I finally managed to say “I’m sorry I made you leave before dinner was over” he grinned back and said “Not as sorry as you’re going to be!” With that we headed for home.

We came in through the kitchen and I didn’t make it past the table. He bent me over the table and started with his hand before switching to a wooden spoon. I thought it was pretty hard for warm up after an 8 day break but I didn’t think I had better complain. He was fussing from the first. “It’s high time you learned to conduct yourself properly in public. I know you wanted to skip the dinner, but that was the most unladylike display I have seen from you in a long time… blah, blah, blah.” Shame on me, but I knew all that. I just didn’t care.

When he finally finished with that horrible spoon he took me upstairs and took off my dress. He stood and stared at me a minute when I finally saw a small grin and he said “I believe you said something about being on your knees?” I am nothing if not a woman of my word! Although he was soon a very happy man he informed me that the spanking for my behavior was far from over. He picked up a little thin paddle with a wicked sting and put me over his knee. Boy he seemed to want to make up for his weeks absence with that one spanking! My bottom was lit up!!

By the time he tied me to the bed I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It was a fantastic evening. It didn’t make up for eight days alone – but it was a great start! In the wee hours of the morning I was finally drifting off with my burning bottom pressed against Tom and I thought that for once Tom had been wrong… I wasn’t sorry about a darn thing!

Tagged

I got tagged by Elis so I thought I would give this a try.

Once you have been tagged, you have to write a post with 8 facts/things/habits about yourself and say who tagged you. In the end, you will need to choose the 6 people you tag and list their names. No tag backs

- I regret not having children; I really regret not having grandchildren.

- We have 3 cats. Two are spanko’s and one is vanilla. One runs and hides at the first sound of a spanking. The other two run in when they hear the first pop and watch intently from the dresser.

- My driver’s license was suspended for 30 days because of the stupid ticket I got last month. More about that in the blog soon.

- In general, I rarely play is safe. I like to take risks and see what I can get away with.

- I’ve smoked pot. After all it was the 60’s!

- I have my professional prostitution license, but my regular readers already know that.(LOL)

- My grandmother was the only one in my family I ever liked until I met my niece. Actually my nephew's wife.

- I have met 3 former presidents.

South of the Boarder, part 2

South of the Boarder -- Part 2

I had spent the afternoon in a dirty, nasty jail cell waiting and worrying about what Tom was going to do when he finally got there. To say that I was surprised at his actions is an understatement.

I think the word that best describes Tom would be dignified. He has no trouble showing affection in public. We always hold hands, he’ll kiss me and I’ve had friends tell us we are hot when we dance. But at the same time he is always reserved and does not show emotions in public.

As I came into the jail lobby, however, this wasn’t the case. He literally pushed past the other husband and grabbed me up in a hug that lifted me off the floor. I was expecting anything from an immediate spanking to an icy stare that was the equivalent of “wait until I get you home”. In a further shock to my system, when he sat me down I saw that he was crying. I had never seen that before (and only twice since). I could have understood anger but this reaction blew me away. I wasn’t until we had taken care of the paper work and were on the way back in the resorts van that I found out the reason for Tom’s unusual reaction.

It seems that the boy who had been sent from the resort to find our golfers had gotten the story a bit garbled. All the guys knew was that their wives had gone to Mexico, there had been some type of robbery or car jacking and they needed to get to the police station. So basically the guys had spent over 3 hours not knowing if we were dead or alive. From the time Tom and I got together I always knew how important he was in my life. That day was the first time I realized that I was just as important to him. Tom was quiet all the way back to the resort. He just held me close and didn’t say a word.

Finally after the longest day of my life we got back to the room. Tom still seemed so strange he just sat in the chair and closed his eyes. I sat on the floor in front of him. When he opened his eyes I told him how sorry I was for the whole horrible day. He just nodded his head. I took a deep breath and asked him in a small voice if he was going to spank me. He gave me a small smile and said “Oh yes, but not tonight.” We went to the bedroom and he undressed me and tucked me in bed. He came to bed and we just held each other. We were far to exhausted to do anything else.

I woke about 7 o’clock the next morning. Tom was up and dressed and sitting in a chair watching me. He did not look happy. The closest I can come to understanding what seemed to be happening was when a friend lost her child for about a half hour before the child was found hiding. I was getting this whole “Thank God you’re alive, now I’m going to kill you!” feeling. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I got back I reached for my robe but Tom said “Don’t bother”.

Now he seemed to be able to do the talking he couldn’t do yesterday. He said he couldn’t believe what we had done. Sneaking off to Mexico when I knew good and well he would have forbidden it if he had known. Drinking and picking up men in a bar. Getting in a car and going off with strangers – GOING OFF WITH STRANGERS! Something he average 3 year old knows not to do. He said it was a miracle that we hadn’t been beaten, raped or killed. I couldn’t think of a thing to say in our defense. If I can interject a piece of advice here; if you have a husband that spanks, and if he really loves you, don’t ever give him an excuse like this. When he had me lay across the bed and picked up his belt he was still mad and he was still scared and both of these facts came through to me clearly! As he often threatens he just wore me out! No warm up, no breaks, just the fire and deep pain that can only be produced by a husband who had spent the previous afternoon fearing that the love of his life was dead.

It was eventually over. He crawled up on the bed and held me while I cried. I really did feel awful about what I had put him through. However, my guilt over this dissipated rapidly as he explained what I considered to be the rest of my punishment.

He said that since he didn’t feel he could trust me on my own that I wasn’t going to be out of his sight for the rest of the trip. I had to go to the stupid meetings with him. They were totally boring and to my horror I realized that we would be sitting on folding metal chairs!!! I nearly burst into tears again. Those awful chairs would hurt the vanilla bottom and mine had just had nearly 30 licks from a belt delivered by an angry husband. I sat for nearly 90 minutes before the first break at which time he took pity on me and let me stand by the wall near him (what a prince!).

We spent the afternoon on the golf course. All five of us girl had to go watch them play golf; but only two of us had to go to the stupid meeting. One of the guys commented that it was like taking a flock of hens golfing. I wanted to give him the finger but the way my luck was running I knew Tom would see and pissing Tom off any further was not on my list of things to do for the rest of the day. I love spending time with Tom but by the end of this trip I realized that 24/7 is not all its cracked up to be.

As for the prostitution license, I knew he had bought one to get me out of jail. But I never brought it up and I never even saw it until several years late when I found it during a move. It now hangs in a place of honor on our bedroom wall. Except on rare occasions when I find it on the bed along with a sum of money – but that another story.

So to all you younger women reading my stories: Remember I am a licensed professional, don't try this at home!

South of the Boarder

This is another story from way back when I was even crazier that I am today. Once again we were with the group from the cruise (See Cassie’s Most Memorable if you don’t know about the cruise). We were in southern Arizona at a seminar that the guy wanted to attend (mostly they wanted to golf). We girls mostly sat around the pool to drink and gossip or we went shopping.

One morning one of the girls suggested that we drive into Mexico and check out some of the boarder towns and do some shopping. I knew for a fact that Tom would not approve, but the boys had already gone to their meeting so I couldn’t ask. We decided to try it for the day. We borrowed a car from the resort and drove there in about an hour. I wasn’t too impressed, mostly cheap tourist junk but we found a nice place for lunch. The little restaurant wasn’t too crowded and we began talking and laughing with the waiter, the bartender and two young men sitting the bar. We were probably drinking a bit too much and these boys were all flirting with us even though we were old enough to be the mothers of any of them.

The boys at the bar came to sit with us and told us that this town was just a tourist trap but that another town about 20 minutes away had some beautiful pieces, carvings, weaving, etc. They offered to drive us over and like the idiots I now know we were, we accepted. We seemed to be traveling through some rough back road and arrived at a town that looked worse than the first one. They stopped on a narrow, seeding looking little street and announced that this was the place.

We stepped out of the car with more that a bit of apprehension. As we turned back to the boys to question if this was the right place, one of them pulled out a knife and demanded our purses. We stood in shock as they grabbed our bags, leaped back into our car and disappeared! It had happened so fast it didn’t seem real. We just stood staring at one another until the realization sunk in: we were in a foreign country, we had no car, we had no money, we had no ID, and our husbands had no idea where we were. Foolishly, I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

As we stood trying to gather out wits about us, a man in uniform came up to us. He seemed to be a policeman. We tried to explain what had happened but none of us spoke Spanish. He seemed to want see our license. We kept trying to explain we did not have then, we had been robbed. He motioned for us to follow and we soon arrived at a shabby little jail. We were led into the small holding cell. I assumed we were just going to wait there when the door was locked behind us! What in the hell was going on??!

Shortly another officer came in. He spoke English! We explained to him what had happened. He listened respectfully then he explained to us that we were under arrest for, are you ready – prostitution without a license! As he explained we began to realize we had fallen into a scam much like the speed traps you used to come across in small southern towns. We were told that women found in that part of town, without a male family member, were considered prostitutes and were required to have a license. He went on to explain that we had two options. One, we could fight the charges. This would require a trial during which we would remain in jail. We would have to pay court cost; we would probably lose and end up paying a $1,000 fine and possible 6 months in jail! OR two, we could buy a $10 prostitution license. I am not making this up! I just sat on the bench and put my head in my hands and tried to come up with the Spanish words for “Just shoot me now”. It had started off such a pleasant morning. How on earth did I end up here?

We were allowed to call the hotel. They promise to send someone to the golf course to find the guys and let them know what had happened and to come get us. So we sat and waited. I couldn’t even begin to imagine Tom’s reaction to this information. I was so torn, all I wanted was to see Tom walk through that door and at the same time the thought terrified me. The girls were talking and telling stupid jokes to relieve their tension. But they were driving me crazy. One looked over at me and said “Lighten up Cassie, they’ll be pissed but what can they do to us?” I just gave them a ‘go to hell stare’ until one finally remembered the cruise said “Oh, OH!... Oh, Tom won’t be that mad about this.”

That did it; my last nerve shredded and I went into attack mode. I lit into her with “The only thing Tom asks of me is to act like I have good sense and to behave like a lady. I think that slipping off to another country, drinking enough to pick up two strange men, going off with these men, being arrested for prostitution and then being told he is going to have buy his wife a prostitution license! YES! I THINK HE IS GOING BE PLENTY MAD!” I could have throttled her. I would have kept on yelling but an officer came in and told us to settle down.

We waited forever. I was exhausted, stressed, and worried sick over what Tom’s reaction was going to be over this escapade. I was worried that he would be mad enough to walk into the station and spank me in front of everyone. I worried that if he didn’t, then what would happen when we got back to the resort was going to be more than I could handle. There wasn’t much I wasn’t worried about at the moment. Finally the English speaking officer came back and unlocked the door saying, “Your husbands are here.”

I was surprised that my legs would hold me, but I walked to the tiny lobby. I thought in all those hours of waiting I had gone over every possible scenario, but I hadn’t. I was stunned by what Tom did when I walked through the door.


To be continued…

About me

Tigger had a wonderful post the other day where she asked a bit about the friends she had met on line. I encourage everyone to read it on her site, A Spanking Good Time. Here are my answers to her questions. I especially want folks who stumble on this site to realize that spanko are really very normal people, not strange people who write "porn".

Personality:
-I'm mostly optimistic
-I'm happy and outgoing
-I can appear like the perfect southern lady

Sexual preference:
- I'm hetrosexual
- I did do a bit of experimenting with women in my mid-twentys, it was okay, but I don't miss it. Just a note, as a whole, I think that our gay friends are some of the nicest men I know.
- I love Tom to be behind me when we make love.
- I love to be tied up and blind folded

Fears and inhibitions:
-gambling
-Being outted as a spanko to people who would not understand
-Outliving Tom
-Anal sex. My first husband forced this on me and he was very brutal. It has taken years with someone I trust completely to finally be able to enjoy gentle play in this area.

Strengths:
-math, I tutor at our local school
-I can connect with other
-I can handle any situation in which I find myself
-I have a strong faith in God

Weaknesses:
-No one really knows, but sometimes I am very insecure. To this day I have no idea why Tom chose me. He could have had any women he wanted. I just thank God I got so lucky.
-Sometimes it still take a effort to always act like a lady.
-I'm not a great speller

What I like about my appearance:
- all the lines in my face are laugh lines
- I'm not very tall and I'm a bit plump. Okay, I don't really like this. I need to lose 20 pounds. But this is the way Tom likes me and he looks at my body more than I do so I don't worry about it.

Background:
-Parents abusive and neglectful, but I survived.
-I married an abusive man at twenty, no spanking, lots of fists, he was a horrible man. He had a heart attack and died.
-Wild, hazy time between 25 and 30. Too much drinking, too much sex, too much experimentation, awful time.
- Thirty, I met and married Tom. Enough said.

What I love:
-Traveling
-My friends
-The feeling of security I live in
-Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom...

What I loathe:
-That we are killing our children and other countries children in this war.
-Tom working out of town when I can't go.
-People who talk about things that they know nothing about.
-Punishment spankings, I'll take any other kind, thank-you.

What I could take or leave:
- cooking
-cleaning house
-Bible School (I got talked into helping again later this month!)
-Getting up early

Favorite food:
-fried chicken
-salad
-chocolate cake
-soft drinks

Tigger, thank-you for an opportunity to give this background. If anyone else gives their answers let me know where they are posted.

Cassie

Welcome

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