It’s my birthday, and I’ll cry if I have to.

Just had my birthday.  I even behaved myself. Nothing wild and crazy. Nonetheless, Big Hand decided that to mark the anniversary of the doctor giving a good old swing, so would he. I think the doctor only gave me one swat, but not only did Big Hand go on forever—it wasn’t just his hand. After getting me good and scarlet, it burned so bad I could tell it was scarlet, out came the wooden spoon and the plastic spatula. I’m glad he did it at night so I didn’t have to deal with being unable to sit at work. Almost puts a girl off birthdays, you know.

Welcome to my world!

Welcome, all! Maggie-Ann, here. My husband says I'm an imp and precocious, but I think that's his own way of saying that he wants to spank me. A lot. What do you expect from a young girl with a whole world to explore?!? That is the whole purpose of this blog--gossip. I mean, a girl's gotta share, right? He is a bit crusty, rusty, and set in his ways. Who cares if I get it, even for creating this blog in the first place? Again, welcome and enjoy!