You remember I told you he was traveling for work. Well, they gave him a comp day, so he was around the house and I had him take me shopping. It’s just a little game we play. I’m the rich lady and he’s the chauffeur. I dress up in high heels, stockings with seams, expensive clothes that show off just enough skin in the right places. And of course accessories. A girl can’t live without accessories.

We take the old Volvo down to the Mall, he drives up to the front door and lets me out dressed in a real chauffeur’s uniform I had him buy. I get to order him around, and he obeys me. It makes me feel like a real princess.

Then he waits in the car for me to call him on my cellphone when I’m ready to go, or when I need him to come and get some of the stuff I’m carrying. A lady shouldn’t be loaded down. It interferes with being graceful and alluring. Men are beasts of burden. They are just designed to carry stuff for us. Ladies, it’s their destiny!

It certainly gives him something useful to do with himself on his days off. It’s a good thing he has a job with a good salary, so we can play this game at least once a week.

Weekend coming up! I’ve got a date on Saturday, but I’m feeling restless… I may head out tomorrow and see what happens. I love doing that, because hubby never knows if I’m telling the truth about where I’m going. Keeps him on his toes.

Ta-ta.

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