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The reason I mention dippindots is because since starting this blog I realized that my memory when it comes to the details of our sexual adventures is very much like a big cup of dippindots. Each moment frozen in time and experienced to the fullest. Yet, I am unable to put the memories into any kind of cohesive timeline. Makes it somewhat frustrating to write about sometimes.
We had a lovely day Sunday, starting with breakfast and the newspaper. Old fashioned of me I know, but I love to read the Sunday paper. I was a bit dismayed when Musicman pointed out an article in the paper about the reservoir where we go to play among the fireflies. No fair, I say, that is our spot, how can they just go and tell the whole world about it.
He said he knew of another reservoir we could check out, maybe we could find a decent place to play among the fireflies there. So off we went on an adventure. I had googled the directions, but did not write them down. Musicman said he didn't need them. Ok, first mistake, I believed him. It is my job to navigate when we go daytripping or any other kind of traveling, so I should have just written down the directions.
We were on the right track and in the middle of farm country, it should have been easy to spot our turn amongst the pastures full of cows and and the vineyards. Mistake number two, the roads are not well marked, guess the cows don't check for street names too often. We were so busy talking and listening to the stereo, I completely missed the turn. By the time we realized we had definitely missed the turn it was actually closer to home to keep going instead of turning around. So, that's what we did. Our adventure to find the fireflies was a lovely Sunday afternoon drive, but no fireflies where found.
Later in the evening Musicman took our old dog out and checked on the pool. He saw some fireflies, but before he could come get me it started to rain. The fireflies don't care for the rain, so he caught one and brought it in to me. It had fallen into the pool and he rescued it. Once they get their wings wet they can't get out of the pool, but they continue to lightup for awhile while they drift around. He handed it to me and it just sat in my hand lighting up until it's wings dried out, then it started flitting around our bedroom.
Musicman turned the light off and I was very happy to lay there and watch it light up, until Musicman rolled me over to my tummy and picked up the flogger. The flogger was quite effective at distracting me from the firefly. For the second night in a row I fell asleep with a lovely sting on my backside. I have no idea what happened to the firefly.
