Is on my list. Yes, that one.
Remember this post? Yeah. Well, guess what? He’s doing it again. He’s going. Without me. Again. To New Orleans.
I’ve passed the begging stage and am now in the demanding bitch stage. We’ll see how that works out for me. He’s leaving tomorrow, so I better seriously get my bitch on.
If that doesn’t work, I’ll move on to the bribery. Which I hate. We all know just how much I hate that. Especially the Mister. And if that doesn’t get me a ticket to The Big Easy, I may just withhold said bribery activities for a while. A long while. He thinks he doesn’t get blowjobs now. Hmph. Just wait. He’ll never complain about twice a year again.
Oh, and does anyone happen to know what’s going on in NOLA this week? Yep. Mardi Gras.
Mister, you better take me. Or you may just need to not come back home for a while. Got it? (Unless you want to buy me jewelry. I’ll take that as a pay off. Grudgingly. But I’ll take it.) I really don’t think you are grasping the seriousness of this, buddy.