Watching me…

I have been in a mood lately…seriously, just a total hot mess.  I wrote about it some the other day, and unfortunately, have not quite been able to shake it, as of yet.  But today I found myself sick and tired of feeling sick and tired!  So, I pulled myself up, made myself change into my favorite (skimpiest) workout clothes, and turned the music up loud.

Usually when I work out, my only audience are my dogs.  But not on Sundays.  On Sundays, Daddy is home.  He has his various activities that keep him busy…but today, he decided to sit down and watch the show.  And by “the show”, I mean this girl…shaking her thang to her Zumba dance routine.

At first, I felt awfully self-conscious.  I was moving to the music, but my moves were not quite as energetic as they typically are.  But as the music continued to play, and Daddy continued to watch, the stress of the world began to melt away.  Soon I was shakin’ my hips like Shakira and getting my groove on…and from the look in Daddy’s eye (and the bulge in his shorts)…he was GREATLY enjoying the show.

For 45 minutes he watched me…making me feel like the sexiest woman in the whole damn world.  And after, covered in sweat but with a big ol’ smile on my face, he took me to the bedroom, and we did what we do best on Sunday afternoons.

I love you, Daddy.  Thank you for putting up with me, even when I’m a bear ❤

XOXO,

nora