o/` "I loved you since I knew you I wouldn't talk down to you I have to tell you just how I feel I won't share you with another boy I know my mind is made up So put away your make up" o/`
I can't honestly say the event was fun. Most of the people were extremely boring and trying to make some sort of impression on Dee (he wasn't impressed). A lot of them were older men who kept trying to either cop a feel or get a look down my dress.
Luckily, as Dee tires easily, we only needed to stay in hall for an hour or so. If he looks a little out of it, it's because we medicated him well before taking him downstairs so he wouldn't be in any pain (besides which, he tends to look at me with that expression on his face often).
It remains at Grimwood. While neither Dee nor I are really capable of traveling right now, should we elect to go back to his home down there in Cajun Country his Ma would definitely throw another such gathering. Not only did he design it well for me, but he designed it so that it doesn't take much to retouch it and make it look like a different outfit entirely.
I'd have loved to post the actual photo but we cannot because of Dee's employers. It's a good thing his sister is a decent artist.
The actual event wasn't so awesome, but I love the fact that Dee steps in when necessary and will defend me...and that he thinks I'm beautiful.
We didn't have to stay down in the hall long, though, because we'd medicated him quite heavily so he'd be comfortable (hence the dopey expression in the picture). It's a good thing; I didn't think that politicians had that many hands and that they could go into so many places they don't belong. I shudder to think what would have happened if I had worn a less revealing dress.
I didn't think that politicians had that many hands and that they could go into so many places they don't belong.
This doesn't surprise me, but then I lived in DC for ten years, and, well. It seems that any man with any sort of political aspiration has a serious zipper problem. (I can't speak to female politicians because we're still so woefully underrepresented, but even female activists look downright restrained by comparison.)
We do. I wish I could have posted the actual picture but well...you know the drill.
He might have been a tad too happy that night. We had to medicate him before going down into the hall and so I'm afraid he didn't care about much more than me. Half a glass of wine and about half an hour later, we were headed back upstairs. I don't think he was too sorry about that, either. He hates those kinds of gatherings.
One of these days, we'll oblige. Now that we don't have to do MFM any more (we resigned because of the politics and staff mess), we're planning on some trips to various places.
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Luckily, as Dee tires easily, we only needed to stay in hall for an hour or so. If he looks a little out of it, it's because we medicated him well before taking him downstairs so he wouldn't be in any pain (besides which, he tends to look at me with that expression on his face often).
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I'd have loved to post the actual photo but we cannot because of Dee's employers. It's a good thing his sister is a decent artist.
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We didn't have to stay down in the hall long, though, because we'd medicated him quite heavily so he'd be comfortable (hence the dopey expression in the picture). It's a good thing; I didn't think that politicians had that many hands and that they could go into so many places they don't belong. I shudder to think what would have happened if I had worn a less revealing dress.
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This doesn't surprise me, but then I lived in DC for ten years, and, well. It seems that any man with any sort of political aspiration has a serious zipper problem. (I can't speak to female politicians because we're still so woefully underrepresented, but even female activists look downright restrained by comparison.)
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He might have been a tad too happy that night. We had to medicate him before going down into the hall and so I'm afraid he didn't care about much more than me. Half a glass of wine and about half an hour later, we were headed back upstairs. I don't think he was too sorry about that, either. He hates those kinds of gatherings.
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