mother's day

**Now with more spice! Edited below to add a little bow chicka bow bow...

Swee'pea is napping. Sugar Daddy just came downstairs, and, when I asked whether he was going to nap as planned, struck a Superman pose, and said, "I don't feel like a nap; I thought I would go into the backyard and, I don't know, garden." And away his cape took him to the back of the house.

I am usually the only person in the house who does any yardwork, and I'm not very good at it and generally do the bare minimum (who am I kidding? That's my approach to every facet of my life...).

But yesterday, Sugar Daddy let the cat out of the bag about his plans for my mother's day gift. Which was fine, because I loved it so much, it totally made my day.

He's giving me 40 hours of his time to work in the garden over the summer. A few things have since come out since he first made his announcement.

1) He's been planning this for a while. He did mention a while back that he'd like to help out in the yard more, but then he went mum, apparently figuring that if he was going to do it anyway, he'd better stay quiet to get the double usage as a gift. (He also said that he thought making it a gift would make it more likely that he would actually follow through.)

2) He thought he would have a say in exactly what work he engaged in. (Ha!) And he thought that mowing the lawn would be one task that could be included. (WRONG.) I plan to use his muscles strategically, for heavy lifting like moving our ugly shed and perhaps even laying some new patio stones where the ugly ones were laid on uneven ground with nothing to prevent the weeds from coming up between the stones.

3) He's not sure he can fulfill the additional clause I insisted on putting in the Mother's Day Contract that he do this work on his own initiative without any reminders or nagging from me. Oh well. You win some you lose some.

4) He was worried that it was a lame gift, but in fact I LOVED it. I couldn't have thought of it myself and it's perfect. Yesterday we agreed on the jobs that would be good for him to do, and now we're both excited that perhaps by the end of the summer we will have a backyard that we can enjoy as a family.

To infinity. And BEYOND...

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(We also had a bit of a date last night and watched Little Miss Sunshine and drank wine and ate Rolos ice cream while Swee'pea slept, then I got to sleep in this morning before we went to our local greasy spoon for breakfast. And now he's out there in the garden delivering on our contract. Life is good.)

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New Addition:

Note: Henceforward, Sugar Daddy wishes to be known simply as Sugar D. “The Daddy was just gettin' between me and my fans,” he explained.

Earlier in Swee'pea's nap.

Scene: Cinnamon gurl is blogging, and Swee'pea has just been put down, asleep, in his crib. She feels hands on her shoulders, and they begin to work rhythmically at the tight knots and tense muscles. She leans her head back and meets Sugar D's eyes.

Sin: To what do I owe this pleasure?

Sugar D [coyly]: Oh, I don't know...

Sin: Are you trying to tell me nicely that you want the computer?

Sugar D: No. I want YOU.

Sin: Oh. Ok!

Cinnamon gurl immediately abandons blogging, nearly pulling a muscle so eagerly does she jump away from the computer. The blinds go down, curtains are drawn together, music is cued.

Passionate embrace follows. The two break apart, slightly breathless, and gaze into one another's eyes.

Sugar D: Um, you just have something between your teeth; it's just... it's a little distracting. [flustered] Er... Sorry... It's not that big a deal... just...

Awkward scene unfolds. Finally, Cinnamon gurl overcomes her mortification.

Sugar D [trying to look all sexy]: Now where were we?

Sin: Oh, I think you have some ground to make up.

[Fade to black.] Some time later, Cinnamon gurl resumes blogging.