We have a family tradition. Every year, around Thanksgiving we pick out a Christmas story for me to read to the family. Every year it is a new story. This year's book is by Debbie McComber. "Mr. Miracle". It isn't the worst book we have chosen but it isn't the best either.
What makes it funny are my thoughts as I am reading it out loud. I have to stop and giggle to myself before I am able to continue. I keep thinking, "Dang that girl needs a spanking." or "Why doesn't he just tan her backside. I know he wants too." and one more "I can see her standing in a corner with a very red behind right about now."
I know. I'm bad. I am the one with spanking on the mind. Sigh...
Dragon got home late last night. He was tired and spanking didn't happen. He woke up ready for the day though. A quickie before his morning shower.
He wants to get me my own laptop. I wrote constantly as a teenager. I had so many story ideas. My aunt made fun of my notebooks and I sadly put them away. She never even bothered to read what I wrote. With a few thoughtless words she crushed something I took pressure in. I didn't even think about other people reading my stories. I just loved to write. Dragon wants me to start writing again. Even if no one ever sees my stories. He said that when am ready to publish one of them, he will do all the leg work. Find an agent, editor, publisher. Whatever he needs to do to make it happen. I have a great husband. Love my Dragon just a little.