Itch

I'll fully admit that sometimes that I get this itch to just fuck with shit. And by fucking with shit I mean tech stuff. Ya know, like coding and what not. I have a feeling Master is going to roll His eyes when He reads that.

It sounds really stupid. I keep saying I'm going to change it because I'm bored. Then I'll say that I'll keep it this way because I love how it looks. It's a sickness. I apparently can never make up my mind on what the hell I want to do with this thing. And it's really the only thing I can be creative with. The only other small outlet I have is tweaking things on my Twitter account or the background on my e-mail account. That's not much honestly. And my Twitter account is how I want it. The only way I would tweak it is if I change how my blog looks and then make that match. I can't make it match right now because this blog layout, as far as the background goes, is a bit plain and it wouldn't look good on the Twitter profile.

If I knew more about coding, I would create my own theme entirely for the blog. I've tried that in the past when this blog first started out in 2007. Holy shit I can't believe it was that damn long ago. Yes, I know this blog only goes back to 2009. But my blog has gone through a couple of moves before it landed here. It actually originally started on Blogger. And that is when I had created my own blog layout from scratch. I thought it was the shit when I made it. As I sit here and think about how it looked I feel almost embarrassed by it. Never mind it no longer exists. Never mind it will never see the light of day again. I'm just a tad bit ashamed of how it looked. Then it moved to Wordpress and I paid to tweak with layouts. Well, the Wordpress got it's panties in a bunch and changed a bunch of shit so I said fuck you and jumped ship back here to Blogger.

And since it's been here, again, I've gone through several different themes. I've always tweaked them. Always. I've never just uploaded it and kept it exactly how it is. It might just be the color the links are. I don't care. I have to change something. Anything.

But now I sit here and think about fucking with this one and it sounds fun and it sounds like a pain in the ass and it sounds like it's going to take quite a bit of time to finish. Then I worry that I'll change it and then not like it and change it back to this. But then I worry that if I don't change it I'm going to regret it.

It's this damn itch that I get every now and then. And when it hits, it hits hard. This time is no different. I don't know. *shrugs* We'll see. I may just browse different themes that are available that I might be interested and want to tweak. You know.. like window shopping.

Change in Plans

I really hate last minute changes. But sometimes they can't be avoided.

I spent all day today looking forward to tomorrow. Part of the reason is because it's Halloween and I love Halloween. But the other reason is because my dad was having his yearly haunted house and I was leaving early for the day in order to get down there as soon as I could and get into costume. Master could pretty much put on His entire costume except for the mask. Well, the gloves probably too. But anyway... with mine I have to get completely undressed and put my costume. It's a little more involved I guess is the way you would put it. I really wanted to do some really cool make-up this year but I wasn't going to have time.

Well.. that was the plan anyway.

I received a text from my dad while I was at work asking me to call him when I got home. That didn't sound good. I knew it wasn't too important other wise he wouldn't be waiting until after I got out of work.

I had a couple of stops I had to make before I actually got home. It had been a long fucking day. It was foggy all day which just left me feeling blah and kind of tired. Not as in I wanted to go to sleep but tired as in I didn't feel like I had a whole hell of a lot of energy. I was also sore as hell. Well, I still am really but that's really no surprise.

I'll admit I was cranky by the time I got out of work. And each of the two stops I made seemed to take forever. They weren't that bad really but it felt like it. Finally I got home. The mutt met me at the door like he always does but he also immediately got in my way and didn't want to move. I wasn't so nice when I told him to get out of the way. I had a bit of snark in my voice. I made my way to the kitchen and put the stuff I had in my hands down on the counter. Then as I tried to make my way down to the bedroom so I could get comfortable the mutt got in my way again. And again I kind of snarked at him. But once I got settled I had to call my dad.

Thankfully he picked up right away. I was worried I'd have to leave a voice mail. I asked him what was up and he told me that since it's supposed to rain tomorrow his courtyard had decided to move the trick or treat from tomorrow to Friday. *sigh* Okay.. it'll take a tiny bit of juggling but it isn't that big of a deal. I was a bit irritated about it at first but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it actually works out better that way.

I mean it sucks that trick or treat is going to be the first day of November. But what are you going to do, ya know? But the bright side is that I don't have to worry about rushing off to get home at a half way decent hour because I have to work the next morning. With it now being on a Friday I don't have to worry about it.

As soon as I got off the phone with him I had to send a text to the passenger in my carpool to let him know that I could take him home tomorrow but not Friday rather than the other way around. After that I called my mom. She had planned on swinging by with my nephews, so I had to tell her. She seemed irritated about it because she had done all the big build up today and now they'll have to learn that it's not until Friday. Hopefully they will still come.

We then finally ate dinner and watched a movie. Immediately after that Master put on His entire costume and had me take pictures from different angles so He knew that it was the way He wanted it. They turned out great and He's very happy with it.

Like I said it sucks it got moved back a day but it also works out better in the way that I can stay later than I had intended to because I don't have anywhere to be the next day.

Proper Pose

Last night Master and I fooled around again. It was more aggressive this time, which was more than fine with me.

He ate me out before He flipped me over and had me get on all fours. He leaned over me for a while rather than kneeling straight up behind me. I did my best to use what I refer to as "the proper pose" while He's fucking me doggy style. I know that sounds stupid. I understand that. But He had me learn a pose that He wants me to use every now and then. He isn't really strict about it and He hardly ever orders me into the pose. But He loves it when I take the initiative and put myself in that pose. He always has this proud tone to His voice and He always praises me for doing it.

So I arched my back as much as I could with my ass higher in the air than my lower back and I propped my upper body as high as I could while supporting myself with my hands. I almost had to use my finger tips to prop myself up correctly. I also arched my neck so my head was held high and my hair draped along the length of my back. (It's long enough to do that again! Yay! I'm never cutting my hair short again.) I wonder if that's why He taught me that pose... It's difficult to keep and I really have to stretch to do it properly.

The way I was positioning myself and the way He was somewhat hovering over me while I did so, His balls continuously were being caressed by the balls of my feet. He loves that sensation, whether I'm barefoot or I have stockings on. Basically as long as I don't have heels on, He loves that feeling. After all, He's not the masochist in this relationship.*winks*

He eventually just knelt behind me rather than hovering over me. I continued to hold that position for a little while longer before He told me I could relax. The odd thing about it is, like I said, He hardly ever orders me into that pose. However, if I put myself in that position I damn well better hold it until He tells me I can relax.

Once I knew I could relax I dropped my upper body to the mattress. He started fucking me harder, deeper. I reached back and cupped His balls the best I could and curved my fingers in such a way that they would apply some pressure and rub against just behind His balls. I say I cupped them the best I could because well, when He's bucking His hips hard and fast it's difficult to keep my hand in the right position.

Apparently I was doing it rather well because He started moaning and lightly growling. He ordered me to cum one last time and when I did it was enough to set Him off into His own orgasmic bliss.

Full Circle

Last night after watching some TV, Master turned it off for a while and we just sat around and talked for a while. I really love just turning off everything and talking to one another about anything and everything. I truly believe that it helps us keep connected rather than just going through the motions of the every day routine. It's not that I don't enjoy anything during the days without that. We have fun, we relax, we do all of that. But those times where we are doing nothing but looking at one another and talking, even if it isn't important, mean a lot to me. And I know He feels the same way. We don't do them every day. It would just become routine if we did that. Which is the exact opposite of what those times are for. We do them rather randomly. Sometimes He'll bring it up, just by turning off the TV and turning to me. Other times I initiate it by asking if we can just chill out and talk for a while. He always says yes. *smiles*

After a little time had passed I wanted to go fool around. He nodded and He picked some things up off the floor so the dog wouldn't knock them over and I met Him back there.

I was laying on my back and He slipped into bed next to me, on His side. He started groping my tits and grinding His cock against me. He took small nips at my chin. He took small little bites of my neck and then moved up, gently keeping His lips in contact with my skin at all times. I instantly melted when He did that. I'm not sure why. It just really touched me in an emotional way. Don't get me wrong, it turned me on a great deal, but ....I don't know. It just touched me on an emotional level. I'm not sure how to describe it, so I'll just leave it at that.

Once He reached my ear He started nibbling on it. Sometimes just putting the cartilage of my ear in between two of His teeth and applying pressure.

He then, very gently, turned me on my side with my back to Him. He moved me a little away from Him so He could slip His hand in between us. He nipped at my shoulder and petted my pussy for a little while. He then grabbed His cock and started rubbing the head against my cunt.

He adjusted me just a little bit more and pushed His thick cock into me. I was more than ready for Him. He bit deep into my shoulder. I gasped but reached back and placed my hand on the back of His head, letting Him quietly know that I wanted Him to keep doing it. And He was more than happy to continue.

He held me to Him with both of His arms as He pumped in and out of me. With my flesh still in His teeth He ordered me to cum. After I had He released my shoulder from His teeth and then, again very gently, adjusted me again. Without His cock every slipping out of me, He put me on my back, with Him still on His side. He placed my legs up and over His. He kept His head very close to mine and continued to hold me. He wasn't pinning me in place. He was just holding me. Again my heart melted. There was a whole different kind of intimacy going on across the board. He was more making love to me than He was fucking me.

And the sensation of my heart melting just grew the more He did. Like I said, His head was right next to me. He took one hand and caressed the side of my face before very gently and lovingly turned my head so I was facing Him. He kissed me ever so lightly on my lips before we both became a little more aggressive with our lips and tongues. Nothing too aggressive. Passionate I think is a better word rather than aggressive.

After we were done He gently put me on my back once again and knelt between my legs. He became rougher. The time for making love had passed and I was not complaining. I felt the pace move and the mood change. Not in a bad way. In an exciting way.

Eventually He put one of my legs over each of His shoulders. As He fucked me in that position I reached down and started massaging His balls. He told me to cum one more time and when He gave me that order He told me that afterwards He wanted to rape me. Not like I had a say in it but it's not like I was complaining either.

He pulled out, grabbed my ankles, and flipped me onto my stomach. He then took my pillow, had me raise up a little bit so He could put the pillow under me. Once it was He grabbed each side of the pillow and tugged at it until my hips were propped up. He used me for His pleasure and when He started to cum I begged for it. I told Him how much I needed it.

When He collapsed next to me I cleaned Him off and once that was done He pulled me close to Him and rested His arm across my upper back. He just held me for a little while.

We don't "make love" often. It's not that neither of us enjoy it. We obviously do. It's just most of the time we both want something rougher than that. But when He makes love to me like that... there are no words to describe how I feel.

And the fact that it was just a natural progressive when He started to flip the switches from complete emotion to emotion mixed with my sub space. Then He naturally progressed into just focusing on my sub space. And once we were done, He held me and went straight back to the emotion part. Full circle.

He is Batman!

Today Master and I decided to bum around a little bit. So we hit up a store looking for more movies. We had bought a couple yesterday but we had watched both of them already. We looked around and couldn't find a damn thing. That was rather disappointing. We thought about checking out another store but decided we didn't feel like driving out that far. So there we are sitting in the car trying to think of something else to do.

Well, rather than checking out another movie store an idea formed in my head and I suggested that we go check out a game store. I basically made it sound like we were just going to look around and see if we could find any used games He might want. But I had a plan in my head that He had no idea about. *evil laugh*

So we joke around on the car ride there and I know it's not much but I love goofing around with Him while we're driving. It's just a good time. We get there and Master has barely put the car in park when I hop out of the car. I was excited. Master looked at me like I was crazy. I like going to game stores but I'm never that excited about it. But like I said, I had a plan.

I immediately go to the new release wall which again Master thought was a bit strange. He figured we were going to look in the used video games section.

I didn't see it! I actually started to worry that they didn't have it in stock. I decided to just go up to the counter. Maybe they were keeping them back there. I asked whether or not they had the game in stock and sure as shit, they had it behind the counter. That was a sigh of relief.

I knew that Master had been drooling over this game since He first found out they were making it. I also knew that it was released yesterday and He mentioned all the ads He had been seeing it for it and how they were taunting Him.

As soon as they told me that they had it I asked for one and bought it right then and there. There was no need to look around at that point. Master was extremely happy. It's basically my early Christmas present to Him.

It's "Batman: Arkham Origins". He is a huge fan of Batman. Meaning the Batman in the comics. And He likes some of the Batman video games. But He loves the last one they made so I figured since this one is basically a prequel to "Batman: Arkham City" He would love it.

He was very surprised and also very happy. As soon as He got home He downloaded it to His hard drive and has playing it ever since. I've watched a little bit and kind of chilled on the computer as well. I'm one of those wives who doesn't care that their Husband plays video games. I don't jump His shit about it basically. I'll sit down and watch. Sometimes, if it's a racer or a fighter, I'll play too. But honestly the fighter games get boring after a while.

Plus, I know that when He gets His hands on certain video games He plays them as soon as He can and spends a few hours doing so because it's new and He was excited about being to pick it up. My Master is happy, which makes me happy.

Frame By Frame

Today was going at a pretty good clip until about 3pm. I went through the whole day, up until then, thinking today would be a piece of cake and in no time flat I'd be able to go home. But then 3pm hit and time slowed way the fuck down.

It was like someone hit the frame by frame button on a remote control. It was ridiculous. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I only had another hour a half before I got the fuck out of there and then I could go home and spend some quality time with my Husband. Also, tomorrow is my half day and for a change we don't have a shit ton of errands to run or anyone to meet up with. The only thing I have to worry about is an oil change at 1pm. That shouldn't take long at all. I even made a point of making an appointment so I wouldn't have to sit there and wait for a bay to open up so they could slide my car in.

I'm so excited about it for some reason. Tomorrow afternoon I mean. After the oil change I just want to come home and be with my Master. Just the two of us. It's been a busy fucking month so just the two of us down time is going to be wonderful.

We don't even really have to do anything in particular. I'm just going to be happy being alone with Him.

But before any of that could happen I had to get through the last hour and a half of this work day. But it was just ticking along. It was like I felt every second going. It was dragging. And of course I had lost a lot of my motivation so I didn't really feel like doing a whole hell of a lot. I mean yes, I did my job, but because I wasn't all gun-ho it was just highly annoying and a little irritating.

I think part of it had to do with the fact that I had two cups of coffee back to back, which I hardly ever do. But I was fighting off a migraine and sometimes just pumping my system with a shit ton of caffeine in a short period of time. And it did the trick this time. But now I was hyper as hell and feeling like I was going frame by mother fucking frame.

I was so happy when I clocked out. The ride home flew by so at least that much. And it's been a great evening at home with Master. We haven't done anything special at all, but I'm greatly enjoying it.

TMI

Today is going to be a TMI post. For those of you that don't know what that is it means Too Much Information. But you know what? That's okay. Because it's my blog and if you don't want to read it you don't have to. For some reason I feel the need to blog about it. (For the men who may read this blog.. it has to do with being on the rag. You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk.)

Something happened today that I have always been worried about/feared would happen. Ever since I first started getting my period at the whopping age of 11 years old I've always been afraid that I would forget to use a pad or tampon (depending on my age at the time) and I would bleed heavily with nothing there to soak it up. Well, obviously I knew I was on my period (see last post) so when I went to leave this morning I thought about putting some tampons in my purse but then assured myself that I still had some in my desk drawer at work. After all I always keep some in there. No big deal then. Off I go!

I got all the way to work and once I was clocked in, had my water and coffee on my desk, and grabbed a few things I needed, I realized something. I felt a little slick between my legs. Well, that's not right. I had put a tampon in before I left the house. I was sure of it. So I ran off to the bathroom and brought a new one with me.

And that's when I discovered that I hadn't put one in before I left for work. I know. How in the fuck do you forget something like that?! I had been rushing around all damn morning and I was just barely awake when I went to use the bathroom. So apparently I had taken one out but just never put a new one in. Son of a bitch.

I was bleeding heavily. But somehow, some way, I didn't bleed on my jeans. There wasn't one drop of blood in the jeans themselves. Which is pretty fucking amazing given the fact that I don't wear underwear. It had just gotten to the part when it was about to start dripping out. It had just reached my inner lips. I caught it just in time.

As a result though it took quite some time for me to clean up. It seemed as soon as I sat down in the bathroom it was all dripping out. How the hell that didn't happen on my 45 minute drive to work, while I was walking around the office, or when I sat down at my desk I don't know.

I actually rubbed myself slightly raw by trying to make sure it was cleaned up before I put the new tampon in. After all it's not going to do a lot of good to just put a new one in if I'm not cleaned up. Finally that was done. So I went about my work day. Right before my lunch break I went to grab a new tampon. Couldn't find one. There weren't any in my purse because I had been sure I had some at work. I dug through my desk drawers and guess what? Nothing. Son of a bitch yet again! So, I had to ask one of the other girls in my department. I hate doing that. Hate it. It's embarrassing. Thankfully she had one and the rest of the day went fine.

I'm still a little raw though. And still pissed at myself because that was just fucking stupid. That is the first time I have ever been on the rag and had that happen. There have been times where my period has sneaked up on me by coming early but that is to be expected. This? Stupid. Just plain stupid.

Smell of Blood in the Air

You know the last post I made? Well, the "dry spell" broke that night. And it was fucking awesome. I'm on the rag right now. (Yes, I know you don't care.) But it actually helps a sort of fetish we share. I guess the only way to describe it is a blood fetish. And I don't mean that vampire bullshit. Ugh. No. Yes, I do love it when He bites me. That's more a primal thing though. I am submitting to Him on a very primal level just by baring my neck and moving in such a way that He can get a better grip with His teeth if He wants to.

The blood isn't really a primal thing I guess. At least not in a way that I can describe at this exact moment. I guess it's just something where it is a turn on. The smell of it and the taste of it. Let's just leave it at that.The smell of it just gets us both a little more ramped up, which is saying something believe me.

So, when I'm on my rag it makes it a little more interesting when He goes down on me. Compared to what I've heard from other guys and girls is that the guys get grossed out by it. My Master? He loves it.

I laid down on the bed and He immediately started biting me and gripping my hips, my stomach, my tits. Eventually, once He had enough of that and He knew I was revved up, He ordered me to slide up. So I grabbed my pillow, moved it up, and then got comfortable from there. I sometimes wish we had a longer bed, just so such things would be more comfortable. It's not that it's comfortable now.. I guess it would have more to do with not having to be in the "perfect position".

Anyway...

He allowed me to position my legs the way I wanted to before He started licking, flicking, and sucking in all the right places. Once I started to drip I noticed He continued to dip down to from my clit and lick my inner and outer lips instead to get that taste on His tongue.

He continued to do this for a while before very suddenly pinning my lower abdomen to the bed and keeping it basically locked there so I couldn't move. His other arm laid along the other one. There was no way in hell I would have been able to move. He then, for lack of a better way of putting it, used His tongue to fuck me. He would swirl it around the inner lips before plunging it inside of me. Holy fucking hell that felt amazing.

After He had His fill of doing that He focused all of His attention to my clit while He easily slipped His fingers inside of me. It didn't take me long to get off that way. He knelt up and simply said, "Mouth."

I got into position, He kept my hair out of my face and I orally worshiped His cock. I alternated between licking, sucking, going slow, speeding it up a little, going only just to the mid-way point to all the way down. He was loving it.

He literally had to keep gently pulling up on my hair to get me to stop sucking on Him. Eventually I didn't have much of a choice.. I mean my head just kept going up and I had to either let His cock slip from my mouth or feel the pain that comes with having Your hair pulled because You are trying to move Your head in a different direction.

He then used my hair to move me into position. He wanted me on all fours in front of Him. I was more than willing.

He was not gentle at all and I was more than into it. We were both nuzzling one another and He would pull and grip me and I would move just the way He wanted me to. At one point He had me basically bow down. My ass was still partially in the air but the upper half of my body was flat with the mattress.

He allowed me to cum a few more times before I felt His orgasm building up. Just as I felt that first twinge that let me know His orgasm was about to peak I started bucking and rolling my hips. He leaned back so I knelt up a little bit and continued rolling my hips. I felt His fingers dig into my hips and that just made me move just a little more aggressively.

Once He had filled me with His cum He leaned against my back. I giggled a little bit. I asked if I had done well and He just nodded His head against my back and said, "Yep."

I love it when I can get that kind of reaction. *smirks*

One hell of a way to get back in the saddle so to speak.

Busy As Hell

This month has been incredibly busy on the weekends. I'm not entirely sure why but it's like everyone wants to get together in October. In fact earlier in the month my brother-in-law and his wife had contacted us asking whether or not we wanted to get together. We fully planned on it but at the time I asked if I could get back to her on it to sort out the details. I just now messaged her asking if we could push it to November.

Then everything snowballed from there. My mom wanted to get together a couple of times this month although one of them was rather unexpected. Then my dad wanted to come up here to go to a Halloween store. Cool no problem. He also wanted us to come down the weekend after in order to help him put up Halloween decorations. Again no problem. My father-in-law wanted to get together as well so we went out to lunch with him, which again was a lot of fun.

Then my mother-in-law contacted Master and wanted to get together as well. Holy shit. It had even been pushed back once because I had gotten sick the night before. We did that yesterday and it actually turned into a generally nice evening. We all dug through old pictures of when Master was growing up because He was looking for a couple of specific pictures of Him and His brother when they were children.

Honestly up until yesterday I had only seen a select few photos of when Master was a child. The rest of the pictures were late teens. I saw a lot last night including when He was a baby. He was adorable by the way. It honestly made the night start on a lighter tone than it normally does and from there it just stayed nice. It is one of the few times where we both walked away going, "Wow... that turned into a decent night." (Yes, that's how rare it is. We are shocked.)

So, basically it has been an all the family all the time type of month. Some of it was unexpected other parts were planned out. 

As a result Master and I haven't had a full weekend to ourselves all month. We've had full days. But not a full weekend.

I think that's affected our sex life. Admittedly there have been a few instances of just one or both of us not feeling well or our bodies were messing with us due to the changes in the weather. But I will say that we just haven't been fucking a lot in general. I do think the fact that we've been so busy plays into it. We feel like we're running all the time so when we finally do get home we just want to melt into the couch and the recliner and chill the fuck out while watching movies and joking around.

Then the next day, if we in fact at least have a full day to ourselves on the weekend, again we mainly chill and goof off. *shrugs* It'll pick back up. It always does.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

There is just so much going on lately. And most of it is stressful as fuck. And there hasn't been much for stress relief.

First my grandfather's doctor has suggested that he move into an assisted living facility. But of course, my grandpa being stubborn as always, basically told him in a very nice way to go fuck himself. My grandfather literally built the house he lives in. He raised his sons there, he lived many happy years with his now deceased wife and he damn well plans on dying there. None of us are going to change his mind and honestly none of us are trying to. His neighbors check in on him constantly, my dad and even my mother call there daily. My uncle goes out there about three times a week. Basically he's as looked after in different ways. We all do the best we can.

Then my mother is having a hard time finding a new doctor that she trusts since her last one retired and the few that she has gone to immediately wanted to change her prescriptions and take her off other ones all together. She has a new appointment with yet another doctor on Wednesday so we'll see how that goes.

My brother is having a hard time getting a hold of the correct dosage of his seizure medication. He gets a discount through the manufacturer since he is extremely low income and does not have health insurance. But they keep fucking up and sending him the wrong dosage. And of course it's not a fuck up where he can either double up or cut a pill in half. It's right smack dab in the middle. It scares me because I'm afraid of him having another seizure.

Shit at my job is still going on. Big surprise I know. And the search for a new job is frustrating. Either it's too far away, it's only part time, they don't pay enough, or they want a degree that I don't have. The biggest one I'm running into is the pay though honestly. I'm willing to take a small pay cut but I can't afford to go down too much.

Master has of course noticed the stress effecting me. I'm still handling it. I'm not freaking out. I'm not having dark thoughts. I'm just stressed. I look tired all of the time. I'm sore all over because I tense up when I'm stressed and that of course causes a flare up with my fibromyalgia.

To try and help, which it does, He has been giving me a back rub almost every night. And Master recently stumbled onto a way to get my back to crack every time He does it. I actually went to a chiropractor on a bi-weekly basis when I was in my teen years. I sometimes miss it but now that Master has found this little trick I don't really see as much of a need for it.

He will work on my back for a good 30 to 45 minutes which just turns me into jello, which is basically the effect He is going for. It helps a lot and keeps most of the pain away for an extended period of time.

But once that's done He will have me lay as flat as possible on the floor. He'll then straddle my hips and take His thumbs and puts one on each side of my spine. About the half way point He'll suddenly switch to using the flat of His hands to go the rest of the way up to the base of my neck. It's all snap, crackle, pop from there. And it feels so damn good.

It hurts sometimes but the pain is momentary. Immediately after that I'm jello again.

He did all of that for me tonight. When He was done He leaned over me for a little while, making me feel surrounded. I need that sometimes. More likely I need that as aftercare but sometimes I just need it to help me relax. And somehow He knew I needed that tonight. He kissed my shoulder and I smiled. Then I pushed my hips up so my ass rubbed against His crotch through His jeans. He chuckled and nipped my shoulder before moving and slapped my ass.

I feel wonderful right now.

Another thing Master has been doing for me is taking the dog out on the nights where it's my turn. Not every time but quite a few lately. It's not that I don't want to take care of the dog. Master does it more so I don't have to get dressed and go outside. He just wants me to stay inside, in one of His extremely comfortable shirts, and relax.

He takes such good care of me. I'm spoiled.

Snooze Button Not Needed

This whole not sleeping thing is really starting to piss me the hell off. Friday and Saturday nights I sleep great. There is no issue of getting up and down during the night. I don't worry about it. At all.

But Sunday through Thursday I can't sleep for shit. I'm not entirely sure how long this has been going on but it feels like forever. I would say it's been going on for at least four months. I'm not sure why it started. I mean I've had nights like that on and off through just like every once and a while, just like anyone else. But this is bordering on the ridiculous. It's every single night Sunday through Thursday. Some nights are better than others. Maybe I'll only wake up once and have a tiny amount of trouble falling back asleep. Other times, like last night, I wake up four times or more and have a hard time falling back asleep. Mainly I just get into that half awake half asleep state before I fully wake up again just to start the cycle over and over again.

So yeah. That's what happened last night. I think I woke up four or five times. No less than four. I would wake up, roll over to look at the clock, mumble to myself and then turn back over so I'm not staring at the clock anymore and started to drift back off to sleep or some semblance there of.

The last time I woke up and looked at the clock it was 45 minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. I tried to go back to sleep. Another 45 minutes sounded really, really good. I closed my eyes and felt like I might drift back off but the next thing I know my eyes snapped open and I was fully awake. I turned over once more to look at the clock and it had only five minutes had passed. Seriously?!

Fine. Fuck it. I made sure my alarm was turned off so it wouldn't wake up Master and then I slowly got out of bed. I half stumbled into the living room and woke up a little bit before I started getting ready for work. The dog was looking at me as if I was insane for already being awake. He also looked like I was bothering him. It was kind of cute. But in the back of my head I was thinking, "At least you can nap later mutt."

Since I got up so damn early I had time to kill before I had to head out. That just seemed to make me more cranky. I hate waiting to leave. It annoys the hell out of me actually. I'm also not a morning person, so that didn't help one little bit. That's why I try to sleep as late as I can on weekdays. That way I'm not waiting in order to go to work. I just get up, get ready, take care of the dog, and head out.

It just wasn't a good start to work day, let alone a Monday. I just may take a Benadryl before bed tonight. I truly do not want to rely on them to get a good night's sleep but I don't really feel like I have much of a choice tonight.

All day I felt tired. But once I got out of work and started running errands I woke up fully once again. And now I'm wide awake. I have a feeling that isn't going to change. It might.

Another reason why it's pissing me off is because then I'll pass out at some point on the couch when I should be enjoying the evening with my Husband. And on the weekends I do the same thing. I'll take naps without even meaning to when I should be enjoying the down time with Him. Part of the reason why I ask to stay up late on weeknights is because I hope to sleep through the night by making myself stay up. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Last night it did not and Master had allowed me to stay up. *sigh*

New Book

I love reading. I have since I was a child. Master loves reading as well, which is a plus. A bigger plus is that nine times out of ten we enjoy the same books. That's helpful because then the purchase price of a book doesn't seem as harsh. *laughs* Some books are rather expensive, or at least they seem that way to me. Then again I'm picky about what I spend money on and prefer not to pay full price on anything if at all possible.

The problem is that lately we haven't heard of any books that peaked our interest. As a result, we've been re-reading the same books over and over again. We've only added one or two new to us books to our small collection in the past few years.

I am very wary about what books I buy. Like I said they aren't exactly cheap sometimes if I end up not liking a book I get kind of pissed off about it. That is why we don't buy books very often unless it's one that we know we enjoyed but just don't have anymore.

However, last night we stumbled on one that we both really want to read.

Believe it or not we were at a regular store looking through the DVDs for some cheap movies. We did end up finding a few which was awesome. But for whatever reason this particular store keeps the books right by the DVDs. I find that weird.

I walked right past them and went down the next aisle. But Master stopped for some reason. He picked up a Stephen King book. We both love Stephen King's older books. Not so much the newer ones. But this particular one sounds extremely interesting.

It's called "Doctor Sleep". Why did it peak our interest? It brings back an old character. The kid from "The Shining". I was quite shocked to read that and I immediately wanted to read the book. But we looked at the price and it was a bit too pricy for me to want to do it as an impulse buy.

I really want to pick it up but I'm going to bide my time unless I find it at a really good price. I'm really hoping to get the hardcover of it though. I prefer hardcover books. If I have to settle for a softcover book I'd be okay with that.

Hopefully I can find it at a good price soon. Although I know if we get a copy Master is going to read it first. *laughs*

Family Time

Yesterday as soon as I got off of work I rushed home because I didn't want to be late to meet up with my father-in-law for lunch and it figures that traffic was not that great. But I still made it home early enough that Master and I had about 15 minutes to relax before we had to head back out. The funny thing was right after we parked the car His dad pulled in and parked next to us.

Lunch was a lot of fun. We caught up with one another and joked around for a while. We were there for about 2 1/2 hours before His dad had to head out. So I sent my dad a text to let him know that were heading down to his place. It didn't make any sense to go home for a half hour and head right back out. My dad said that was fine.

When we got down there my uncle was also there. I haven't seen him since.. well.. about last Halloween. He was helping my dad decorate his house for Halloween. So Master and I jumped in and started helping too. I didn't feel like I was much help because it was mainly putting cobwebs up on the ceiling. Master is tall enough that He only needed a step ladder once and that was because that was at the highest point of the ceiling. My dad of course, being the slight control freak he is, continuously got up to help even though we said it was handled. But he would help anyway for a little while before saying he should go sit down again because his back was bothering him. Eventually I just started telling him to go sit down. He seemed a little surprised by that but actually listened.. for a little while. *laughs*

I didn't realize it but about 3 1/2 hours went by when Master looked at His watch and said we should get going. I drove us home because I had to drop Master off to take care of the dog and then go pick up some food because we needed to go grocery shopping. It seemed to take forever to get the take-out but what did I expect? It was Friday night.

Once I finally got home we watched TV and ate dinner. I actually stayed up until 1:45am which I was surprised by. Master allowed me to continue sleeping on the couch until He went to bed at around 3:30am.

The dog ended up waking me around 7am. I tried to lay back down for a couple of hours. I had plans to meet up with my mother but that wasn't for a little while yet so I could have slept for another two hours. But, I couldn't fall back asleep so I stayed up and then sent my mom a text if I could just come down early. Thankfully she said yes.

My nephews were there but my brother wasn't. My brother was at work so she was babysitting them. We sat and talked for a while before running a few errands together. When I still lived down there we would do that pretty frequently. We'd both had errands to run so we would just go together. So, every now and then, when I go down we'll do just that. Her husband watched my nephews so we could go bumming around.

Around noon it looked like it was going to start raining so I decided to go home.

Master and I relaxed and watched a bit of TV. I ended up taking a hour and a half nap on the couch. I just woke up about a hour ago. At least that means I'll be able to be a bit of a night owl with Master.

It's been a busy couple of days but I've really enjoyed them and tomorrow it's just Master and I all day, which will be nice.

Decompress

The weekend is almost here. And it's my half day week as well, so I'll be getting out of work at noon tomorrow. Yay! This weekend is a little jam packed. Tomorrow shortly after I get home from work we'll be meeting up with my father-in-law for lunch. It's been a while since we've seen him, so that will be nice. After that I'll be calling my dad to see if we can still come over. Hopefully we can. And hopefully he'll know more about when the hell trick or treat is in his neighborhood. His neighborhood does it on a different day than the rest of the city. And since the rest of the city is doing on actual Halloween, which is a Thursday this year, I'm really hoping it's on a weekend. Other wise I'll have to be at work and won't get down there until it's almost over. I would be highly disappointed. But every other year it's been the weekend before Halloween or the weekend of Halloween. I'm sure it will work out. Then this Saturday I'll be going to visit my mom for a little while.

Other than that we don't have any plans. So we should have most of Saturday afternoon and all of Sunday to ourselves. I'm hoping most of it will be spent goofing around and fucking. That would be awesome. That would make me a very happy girl.

I've been spending most of the night just decompressing. There was a lot of stress at work today. Well, more shit that pissed me off than actual stress. But I did my breathing and started playing songs in my head and I kept calm and was able to relax myself. That doesn't mean I didn't have to unwind when I got home. So Master and I watched the remake of Halloween 2, which was fun. I like the first remake better, but the second one is still good.

I feel much more relaxed and happy now.

Bitten & Bruised

Last night I had dressed up for Master. I tried to be a little more original about it rather than tossing on any lingerie outfit. So I found a top that only covers my tits and put on a pair of heels with my leg warmers pulled over the tops of them. I felt very sexy and Master seemed very pleased by my choice. We watched a movie and after that was done I asked Master if we could go fool around. Needless to say He had no problem with that.

I got to the bedroom first. I got comfortable and kept the heels on. Sometimes He wants me to keep the heels on and sometimes He doesn't. So I just keep them on until He tells me to take them off. I didn't have to wait long for Him to join me in the bedroom.

He rested on His side and pulled me to Him so He could chew on my neck. It had been a while since He had done that. He had a cold sore for the past week and as a result couldn't use His mouth at all in regards to sex and foreplay.

So feeling His teeth sinking into my flesh felt amazing. I love being His chew toy. And that is one of His major turn ons. If He can chew on me or rake His teeth against my skin He is a very happy man.

Once He was done chewing on me He gently pushed me onto my back and started flicking His tongue against my nipple. I reached down and started stroking His cock while He went from one to the other. After I was good and revved up He told me to slide up so He could eat me out. It didn't take long before I was cumming.

He continued to gently run His tongue over my clit for a little while as I was attempting to catch my breath. After a little while He knelt up, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down the bed until my pussy was lined up with His cock.

He fucked me in several different positions and ordered me to cum a few times. The next time He ordered me to cum I shook my head. I wanted to be used. Rather than putting me on my stomach like He normally does when I go into sex doll mode He grabbed my legs and turned me on my side. His cock never slipped out. He knelt behind me on placed one of His large hands on my neck and His other hand on my hip. It felt amazing. Between getting bitten and being pinned down to the bed like that I was in total docile mode and was flying high in my sub space.

After He came He leaned over me for a little while and He said something along the lines of Him hoping He hadn't bruised my neck. I couldn't help but laugh at that. I love getting bruises from Him, as long as they aren't received through punishment. The other reason I laughed is because He'll leave bruises on my neck simply from biting me and He was worried about bruising my neck with His hand.

He chuckled a little too but brought up the fact that He didn't want people seeing those kind of bruises and thinking that I'm getting physically abused at home. Especially with our size difference it probably wouldn't take much for someone to think He was beating me (in a bad way) and want to report spousal abuse.

The bruises He leaves with his teeth can always be hidden by my hair since my hair is long and thick and it's normally towards the back of my neck. But this time His hand was right on the side of my neck, which would be visible. I understood His concern.

After I cleaned Him off He allowed me to get undressed.

I will say that this morning I checked and there were no bruises. I was disappointed in the fact that I enjoy bruises from Him but relieved on the note that we didn't have to worry about people thinking such things.

For Real?

Last summer Master and I had spent a lot of time outside and as a result we hung out with a group of neighbors. I know I had mentioned that one of them had moved up north for a job towards the end of last summer. So it's been a little over a year.

Since then I have sent her texts several times and sent her e-mails since then. I never heard anything back. Never. Also, she never told us when she was in town. The only times we knew is because she still talks to other people in this apartment complex and we would see her walking to or from one and say hi. She would act startled and seem to be nervous about the fact that we even saw here which is really fucked up. So a few months ago I removed her from a social network site that we are on because I figured that since she wasn't responding to me that there was really no need to have her on there anymore. I was a little ticked but didn't let it bother me too badly. After all I'm not that social and when I am nine times out of then I'm not friends with a female. I just get along a hell of a lot better with guys. But this one woman I had befriended for an entire summer only to be completely ignored after she moved.

Well, this past Sunday we were walking up to our apartment with my dad while we were coming back from the Halloween store. And there she was, walking up to a different person's apartment. Again we had no idea she was coming to town. She again seemed nervous about running into us and said, "Hi guys how are you?"

I ignored her and just walked past. I'm not dealing with that shit.

The only thing I can think about in regards to seeming nervous is completely due to the fact that she never got back to me or tells us she is in town. Maybe she thinks we'll make a scene or something. You're not worth the effort bitch.

So why is this coming up now? Well, today Master got an e-mail from her. Seriously? It took me ignoring you for a change to get a reaction? And even when you do react you contact my Husband? For real?

Her e-mail went somewhere along the lines of her saying she didn't know what she had done to me for me to ignore her like that and brought up the fact that we had promised to stay in touch after she moved. She also brought up the fact that she just now noticed that I was no longer friends with her on the social network website. She ended it with saying that she wished we could have all stayed friends and that she wishes us the best. *beats head into keyboard*

Before He could reply to it he went to her He realized that she had removed Him from her friends list. So He couldn't have replied had He wanted to. That is some high school bullshit right there. As a result He decided to just block her completely.

He told me about all of this when I got home from work. I just couldn't believe it. This only feeds my natural anti-social behavior even more. Not that it really needed the help honestly.

Kid in a Candy Store

Today was a lot of fun. My dad got up here around 1:30pm. Master met him outside and he came in for a while. We talked and joked around for a while.

I had looked up directions to the Halloween store my dad wanted to go to. We kind of knew where it was because it was on the same street that it was on last year. It's one of those stores that are only open for the season and then shut down. They basically rent out the building for two or three months and then they are gone. I'm really, really glad I looked it up. It was on the same street yes.. but it was on the other side of town. Like I said I'm really glad I double checked. But one of the great things was it was only 10 minutes from our place. Last year it was about a half hour away. Another thing I got from going on their website was a 20% off one time coupon. I don't have a printer so I called. She told me that if I have a smart phone (which I do) I could just pull it up on that and show it to them at the register. Rock on.

So anyway, back to what I was saying.. My dad was here for maybe a half hour before we headed out. You could tell the minute he sat down that he was excited about going. They don't have this particular chain of Halloween stores down by him. And he was looking for one item in particular and the ones down by him didn't have them.

He didn't want to be rude though so he sat and talked. I was excited about going too though. We took his car. Like I said it was only 10 minutes from the house so we found it rather easily. The store was a lot bigger than I thought it would be.

The minute we walked in Master kind of took off. Not in a bad way. He was like a kid in a candy store too. He wanted to go look at masks. I stayed with my dad. I wanted to take my time and see all the things they had. Eventually we caught up with Master and He was looking at masks.

His original idea was to by Michael Myers for Halloween. But when He saw the masks they had He wasn't very impressed. He showed them to me and I had to agree. They weren't very well done. So He had to find something else. He found two scarecrow type masks. They both looked pretty damn cool and He was having a hard time deciding on which one. I was leaning more towards the second one but admittedly the first one was also cool.

Finally I just suggested that He try both of them on and look in a mirror they had set up. So He put on the first one and looked. While He was doing that I held the other one in my hand just in case. He said He liked it but felt that it didn't cover enough of the neck. So He tried on the second one and that was it. He immediately loved it. My dad thought it was pretty damn awesome too.

We must have walked around that store three times. Each time we found something cool as hell. It was like none of us wanted to leave. We were in there for a little over a hour.

I found a couple of things I wanted but they were all necklaces that I can't wear because of my damn nickel allergy. *sigh* Oh well.

Thankfully my dad found what he was looking for and also found some other things that he couldn't leave the store without. *laughs* I didn't need anything for my costume. I already have mine. All I will need is some make-up but I didn't need it right then and there and it'll only get cheaper the closer it gets to Halloween so no big deal. Master's mask though it was the last one and we didn't want to take the chance that it wouldn't be there when we came back. So that was a must have. Master even made a wire frame for it out of old wire coat hangers so it wouldn't lose it's shape.

I'm so excited! I can't wait!

In Heat

Master and I kind of met in a chat room. It wasn't planned and it wasn't that kind of chat room. It was just a regular chat room. Well, the group of us that lived in Wisconsin decided it would be fun to meet up and actually meet everyone face to face. If I remember correctly there were seven of us, including myself. But before I went I decided to look at everyone's profile so I would know what they would look like.

That was the first time I knew what He looked like. And I immediately thought He was handsome and wondered what He would be like in bed. Not that it mattered. I figured He wouldn't be interested. (Boy was I wrong.) But at least I knew what He looked like.

Well, at the actual meet up of everyone I was standing there waiting for other people to show up. I thought I was the first one there but apparently He had gotten there first but left momentarily to make sure others weren't somewhere else because the place we had all agreed to meet at was a little confusing. So there I am standing and waiting.

It was March but it was unusually nice out. I was standing facing the outside so all this light was pouring in and the next thing I remember seeing is Him walking up with the light surrounding Him and I remember looking up at Him and I just hoped that my jaw wasn't hanging. He was even better looking in person. He had long hair, a goatee, and just... wow. Again I wondered what He would be like in bed. He recognized me as well from my profile picture. I didn't know what He was thinking at the time. But we sat down and waited for the rest of them to show up. I think we had about a half hour of just the two of us talking before the rest of them started to trickle in.

That night we started "flirting" in private chat. And the rest? Well the rest is history.

About two and a half years into our relationship I proposed to Him. We were both broke as hell but were getting by. We weren't even living together yet but there was just something that told me we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. I was/am so madly in love with Him. Apparently He thought the same because He said yes.

Like I said we were both rather broke. I gave Him a ring that used to be may father's. He has worn it on His pinky ever since I gave it to Him. We joke that it's His engagement ring.

Him? He has always been very vain about His hair. His hair is gorgeous. He shaved His head as a gesture in return to my proposal. We lived together for two years after that before getting married. And here we are 10 1/2 years into our relationship.

So what's my reason for going down memory lane? His hair.

He continued to shave His head for quite some time. He looked hot bald.

Eventually He did start to grow His hair back. For a little while He had a typical guy's haircut. Don't get me wrong, I still thought He was sexy as hell but it just didn't look right on Him. He didn't look like Him. That was very, very short lived.

Then He started buzzing it. It had a little bit of length to it but He would just grab His electric razor, put the longer guard on it, and crop it down. Again, I found Him sexy as always. And it honestly suited Him. He wore it well.

But for about the past five to six months He has been growing it out. He wants it long again. It's just past that awkward length where it's just constantly in the way and ya can't do a damn thing with it. I remember that from when I cut my hair short and grew it back out.

Now? Now all of His hair is past His shoulders except for the front, where the bangs would be if He actually had bangs. That part is just past His chin. But there is just something about Him having longer hair again that has me turned on almost constantly. It's like I'm in heat. I don't know what it is.

As I've always said, and meant it, it doesn't matter how long His hair is, it doesn't matter if He has a goatee or not, it doesn't matter if He weighs more or weighs less.... I have always been so highly attracted to this man. And so, so, in love. I don't think it's possible for me to love Him anymore than I do. He has me completely, across all levels.

There are only certain things that could ever in a million years break that. And I know they will never occur. Neither of us would do such things to one another.

So why His longer hair is making me act this way, I have no idea. He seems to be enjoying it though.

Or Not....

If there is one thing I can always count on my mother-in-law for it's last minute changes. All day today I was thinking about how busy this weekend was going to be and what the hell was going to happen at my mother-in-law's place. Part of the reason she had contacted us in the first place is because she said there was a lot of "drama" on her husband's side. Never mind that woman creates drama one way or another.

Anyway, I had been thinking about it all day. I was hoping it was going to go well. I had prepared myself as best I could. I figured that Master was doing the same. We both always have to kind of prepare ourselves for dealing with her. Mainly because we never know which way it's going to go or how many times it'll change while we're there.

But then I get home from work and I told Master about my day. He told me how His day went and then in a very nonchalant manner told me that I didn't have to worry about going to His mother's tomorrow.

Um... okay?

Apparently shortly before I got home she sent Him an e-mail to let Him know that she can't have us down tomorrow. Her husband was sent out of state for his job very suddenly and so she cancelled the plans with us. She wanted the whole experience basically. The four of us. But since he won't be there she cancelled everything. It's a good thing though. Her husband acts as kind of a buffer. He's a nice guy. And he does get sent off for work at the drop of a hat a lot. Master used to work at the same place and it happened constantly.

So now it's just Master and I tomorrow. Then on Sunday my dad will come up, as long as his back allows it.

Missing

Sometimes things hit me and they make no damn sense. For instance, aside from the day to day stuff there hasn't been any dynamic related things going on. No kinky or rough sex. No orders out of no where. Just the normal day to day. I'm not complaining, I'm just making a point here.

Yet this morning I woke up and I felt docile. Not like total slave mode in so far as not wanting to joke around. Sometimes when I get really, really docile I basically am pretty serious. Why? I have no idea. So yeah, that happened.

And on top of that I woke up missing my collar. I haven't worn a collar since January 3rd, 2012. Damn I can't believe it was that long ago. We're quickly coming up on two years of no collar and yet this morning I woke up and I missed the hell out of it.

I was even rubbing my neck here and there throughout the day. I miss the weight of it. I miss playing with it when I was nervous or anxious. I miss just idly touching it for no reason at all. I miss Master grabbing it and being able to control my movements with it.

Trust me, He doesn't need to grab onto a collar to physically force me to move. I'm petite and His hands are huge.

Like I said, I don't know why. No clue what so ever.

Pause

I love getting together with my family. I love getting together with Master's father's side of the family. His mother? Well, neither of us want to deal with her. But we have to. Remember how last week we were supposed to go to her house for dinner? Well she had cancelled saying something along the lines of saying that it was because I hadn't felt well the night before.

She had told Master to call her the upcoming Wednesday so they could set something up for the following weekend. Basically, she wanted Master to call her today to set something up for this weekend instead. When all that was going on we had completely forgotten that my dad had told us he wanted to come up this weekend to go to Halloween stores with us. He had also told me to call him Wednesday. (Today.)

So yeah. It's kind of a cluster fuck.

I knew that it was coming up and that today was Wednesday. I thought about it this morning when I got up to go to work. I made a mental note to call my dad when I got home from work. But after work I had a couple of errands to run and work had been hectic so it completely slipped my mind.

When I got home from work it didn't cross my mind once. I got relaxed and comfortable. Master and I shot the shit while He cooked dinner. We had literally just sat down and started watching Netflix when Master quickly paused it and said, "Oh shit.. You have to call your dad."

Fuck. So I grabbed the phone and called. He didn't answer so I left a voice mail. Since he didn't answer Master hopped online and shot her an e-mail to let her know that we're kind of just waiting on my dad before making any final decisions.

So we're kind of on pause right now. It honestly wouldn't bother me at all if it was just my dad we were trying to make plans with. My dad has always been one of a whenever type of guy. And I'm more than used to it. But it's now putting the shit with my mother-in-law on hold.

My dad hasn't called back. He might be just trying to relax or is sleeping. I know his back has been pretty bad lately. I haven't tried him again because I know he'll call me back when he can/wants to.

I don't really mind that the shit with His mother is on hold. Neither of us want to see her. But at the same time I know Master wants to get it done and over with. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. I'll try my dad again tomorrow if I don't hear back from him tonight.

October

It's officially October. You know what that means? Only thirty days until Halloween. Ya know, it still seems like it was a much bigger deal when I was a kid. But I still love it. There is just something about it that makes me so excited and happy. I have loved it since I was little. I'm talking like five or six. At least that's the youngest I can remember where I got more excited about picking out my Halloween costume than I did than the candy.

And I still love getting into costume and putting on make-up. I've never liked masks. Mainly because I can never really see out of the eye holes like you're supposed to. Plus, I don't like the way they smell. I would much rather put on make-up.

The past few years I haven't been able to do a lot. This year I want to put more thought into my make-up. I know I can't afford a new costume. But I already have two to choose from. I've worn them every year since I've bought them, but I love them both so why spend money I don't have to?

Master however needs a new costume. So we'll start shopping around for that soon.

We don't decorate here for any holiday. It's just the two of us, the dog, and the rabbits. The dog and rabbits don't give a damn so it makes no sense. No one tricks or treats so we also don't bother getting into costume up here. The only reason we have to put costumes on is when my dad does his haunted house. I'm really looking forward to it.

I don't know exactly when it is. I'm hoping it's not on Halloween itself because it's on a Thursday this year so I'd be at work and wouldn't be able to get down there until about 6:30pm. I'll have to check with Dad the next time I talk to him.

I'm so glad it's October. It's one of my favorite months of the year. It finally starts to smell like fall. The leaves are changing and falling from the trees. It starts to cool off more and more as the month goes on. (Or at least it's supposed to.) All of this leads up to my favorite holiday. How can I not love October?