It's Friday!  i made it through another week - and thank gawd it's over.  Okay so i have to admit it wasn't all hell on wheels.  Some of it was cool - like going to oil painting class last night.

      Where the teacher decided our lesson would be painting portraits.  Self portraits.  Blech.

      i admit to whining a few times.  Things like:  "This is harrrrrddddddd."  "i can't paint what i see in the mirror - it's my mother!"   "Can i give myself a face-lift in my painting?  Can i leave out the wrinkles?"

      One fellow whole heartedly agreed with me - he said go for it; he'd already given himself more hair.  Heh.  But in truth, the time flew by and i was entirely not ready to stop by the end of the session.  And then i was on a bit of an adrenalin high when i get home and found it hard to settle down.  Someone i was chatting with on ICQ had to remind me it was time for bed.  

      And speaking of adrenaline highs - i'm getting better about going to the gym at work.  i still only use the treadmill, but i've increased the speed to a definite "short legs" power walking routine, and have managed to get myself to a 33 minute per 2 kilometre walk.  Not bad for someone who is a professional couch potato.  i can sense that little competitive edge i mostly ignore starting to wake up, in spite of me - and the idea of increasing the distance in the same amount of time is intriguing.  The downside is my legs will get bigger again, but they will be stronger and that's not all bad.  i think the other reason i don't mind going to this particular gym is that i've got victims partners to share the muscle pain agony with.  And there are NO jocks there.  

      So Himself was wonderful at the Top 'n bottom munch on Monday.  It was a bit disconcerting sitting at the head table and knowing everyone was looking our way, but i got past it.  The room was filled with a very nice bunch of people and they had serving "slaves" at the foot of each long table, who took responsibility for making sure the dominants were all well fed, watered and happy.  Himself put the day cuffs on me, before i started eating, and i received a compliment on them.  It was pretty weird walking through the other side of the restaurant, through a sea of 'regular' folk, (mostly men playing darts) and having to hide the chain.

      The wait staff at the restaurant seemed to take all this is good stride - and the munch organizers also gifted the owner with a present for being such a good host all these months.  i liked that.  And in truth, we are a pretty tame bunch - i wish the media would understand that and quite portraying us as a bunch of weirdos.  Gee - we even wore 'regular' clothes at this thing.  Heh.

      So once we'd had our dinner, Himself was introduced and He had the floor.  He spoke for awhile, and everyone seemed to enjoy His thoughts, and His slightly dry sense of humour.  Because it would take forever to try to write down all He said here, He let me have His notes to show :-) (Click here)

     “Have no fear of perfection - you'll never reach it.”
       --Salvador Dali           

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