Master says I make him sound like some sort of crazy, cruel, scary psychopath in these blogs. And a reader on Fet said I must be deathly afraid of him. Which doesn't really bother him, actually. Well, maybe it did a little bit, until I assured him that I'm not afraid of him. Respectful of what he can do and his power over me, yes, but not afraid.
It may seem that way mainly because I find writing about some exciting things that happen (yesterday's grabbing me by the throat) more interesting than "Again this morning he told me he loved me and we kissed goodbye and we were all sweet and smushy", which is lovely and does happen EVERY day, but I won't write about it every day. I think you all would become diabetic from sweets overload.
If you have met him (which is maybe three readers on this blogger site- a lot more on Fet.) you know that he really is a kind, polite, humorous man. He's the kind of person that will just go shovel a friend's driveway to be helpful, or always offer to help people move, or order me to make cookies for various people just because. He told me to make cookies for the shop that fixed our barn door closing apparatus because they did it quicker and cheaper than he thought possible.
Anyway, just something keep in mind when reading the blog I'm going to write about our date day yesterday, when he had half a day off to beat the snot out of me.
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