Here Kitty, Kitty

I had been running for weeks, completely exhausted. This last encounter left me with a bullet in my right shoulder. It had been lodged in my shoulder for days, and the amount of blood loss was starting to worry me. I was running through a small ranch in southern Montana, when the smell of my mates hit my nose. Skidding to a stop, I decided to take the biggest risk of my life.
Still in saber form, I limped to the main house that had the lights still on. When I got there, I scratched on the porch loudly. Within moments, two very hot, very large men appeared at the screen door.
“What the fuck?” One gasped as he stared at me. “Tell me I’m hallucinating.”
“I don’t think you are,” the other said as he opened the door. “Because I’m seeing it, too.”
“Should I get the gun?” the first one asked, and I went down low on all fours and whimpered. Crawling into the stream of light from the door. “Shit, he’s hurt. Get the first-aid kit.”
“You’re going to treat a wounded saber-toothed tiger? Have you lost your fucking mind?” The other one hissed, smacking the first upside the head. I decided it was time and shifted back to human form. When I was done, I collapsed on the ground. “Holy mother in heaven.”
“I’m a shifter,” I rasped out. It had been so long since I’d used my voice, it felt like my throat had been treated with sandpaper. “There are men after me. I’ve had the bullet in my shoulder for days, so if you’re going to kill me, get it over with. Otherwise, I’m going to bleed out soon.”
“You’re not going to die,” the first said as he came to me, knelt down, and lifted me into his arms. “Ty, get the first-aid kit, towels, hot water, everything.”
“Yeah, I know the drill,” Ty answered as he held the door open for us. The first man rushed with me up the stairs and into a bedroom.
“What’s your name, little one?” the man asked as he gently laid me on the bed. “I’m Cord Hartwell, and that was Tyson Fitzgerald.”
“Avery Donovan, but you can’t tell anyone I’m here,” I answered. I moaned loudly, feeling myself get hard when he brushed back my hair off my forehead. Any touch from my mates before we’ve claimed them felt so good it was almost painful.
“We won’t tell. You’re safe here, Avery,” he said gently. I eyed him over, loving what I was seeing now in the well-lit bedroom. He had to be about six four, two eighty-five with shorter blonde hair that fell above his eyes, and piercing green eyes.
“You’re hot,” I coughed out.
“Hurry up, Ty! I think his lung is collapsing,” Cord yelled out. He sat on the bed next to me and kept touching my face. “Hang on, Avery. We can help. We’ve seen much worse in the military.”
“Oh, you’re killing me.” I groaned, feeling my cock start to leak. “I’m not supposed to be horny right now.”
“You are?” Cord asked, his eyes wide as he looked from my face to my groin. “You are. From me?”
“You’re kidding, right? You’re like my best wet dream,” I hissed out. We were able to sustain a lot more damage in saber form, but with the bullet still in me, I wasn’t able to heal.
“I’m not gay, Avery,” Cord replied, but his eyes told me a very different story.
“My loss,” I answered, squinting at him to let him know I wasn’t buying it.
“All right, I got what we need,” Ty said as he barreled into the room. When it looked like they were ready, Ty leaned over me. “This is going to hurt. We don’t have any pain killers.”
“Whiskey?” I snickered. “That should help.”
“I think we can swing that.” Cord chuckled as he got off the bed and left the room. I didn’t miss the way Ty’s gaze followed him before returning to mine.
“You’re as hot as he is,” I said, trying to ignore the pain. Ty was about an inch shorter than Cord, but broader shoulders it seemed. He had to be about the same weight with just as chiseled of a body, dark brown eyes with light brown hair that fell just past his ears.
“Um, thanks,” he mumbled as his eyebrows drew together. Ty turned as Cord came back in with the whiskey.
“Bottoms up.” Cord snickered as he held the open bottle to my lips. I drank down a few gulps, more out of thirst than desire to drink.
“So Ty, are you claiming to be straight, too?” I asked as he started working on the hole in my shoulder.
“I am straight,” Ty replied, not even glancing up at me. “How long did you say you had this bullet in your shoulder? It looks like weeks.”
“A few days, I kept reopening it with my claws otherwise the skin would have healed over it, and I’d be fucked.” I hissed out. “You guys better realize you’re not straight in the next couple of days, or I’m majorly screwed.”
“What does us being gay or straight have to do with you?” Cord asked as he handed Ty some gauze. Just then, Ty sliced the wound open wider, and I screamed out in pain. They both held me down as the pain passed a bit.
“If I don’t claim you in about three days or so, I’ll die,” I panted out, trying to focus on anything but the pain.
“What?” they both asked staring at me. Unfortunately, Ty still had the knife in my wound, and he jerked it to the side.
“Fuck that hurts,” I cried out as black dots started to swarm my vision.
“Shit, sorry,” Ty cursed as he focused back on what he was doing. When he started digging out the bullet, everything went fuzzy, then black.


Adult Excerpt:

“That’s so hot.” Ty groaned as he watched Cord suck on my dick. When Cord swallowed down over half my cock, I couldn’t keep my hips still and thrust forward.
“Sorry,” I said pulling back when he started choking. “It just felt so good.”
“I’m doing okay then?” Cord asked after he pulled his mouth off my dick. His eyes stared into mine, his insecurities completely apparent.
“It felt amazing,” I answered, running my claws through his hair.
“Ty, I need more.” Cord groaned, pushing back on Ty’s hand.
“I’ve got three fingers in you,” Ty answered, shrugging at me.
“I know what you need, Cord,” I said, giving him a feral smile. I crawled to the other side of the bed and pulled Ty’s fingers out of his ass. Cord bemoaned the loss, but I immediately replaced the fingers with my cock. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I feel so full.” Cord hissed, looking at me over his shoulder. “Is it always like this?”
“Yes,” I grunted, trying to slowly work my cock deeper into him. I wanted nothing more to thrust into him hard and bottom out, but I wouldn’t risk hurting him.
“I need more, Avery,” he begged as he lowered his shoulders to the bed. Ty moved to kneel at the front of the bed as he poured some more lube on his fingers. I growled my approval as he pushed a finger into his own ass.
“Oh, you like seeing me stretch myself out for you, don’t you baby?” Ty asked, knowing the answer.
“More than you know.” I purred as I pushed in the last two inches into Cord. We both moaned loudly when I was all the way in. I licked along his back, my eyes never leaving Ty as I gave Cord time to adjust to my dick. “Tell me when you’re ready, Cord.”
“The burning’s passed,” Cord panted. “I kind of liked it, though.”
“Just wait until I bite you.” I snickered as I slowly pulled out of him until only the head of my cock remained in him. Thrusting forward, I slammed my dick right back into him.
“Harder, Avery,” he moaned, and I took him at his word. Leaning forward over his back, I licked his neck as I started to pound into his ass. “So fucking good.”
“Mine,” I growled, running my sharp teeth over his neck. Cord shivered under me. “You’re mine and Ty’s now, Cord. I will rip anyone to shreds who tries to touch you or take what is mine.”
“Possessive bastard.” Ty chuckled. I saw he had two fingers in his ass then. “Are you always this dominant?”
“Not even close,” I panted as I fucked Cord with everything I had. “Normally, I’m a bottom, but claiming my mates is bringing out the Alpha in me.”
“Do it, bite me, make me yours,” Cord whimpered as he submissively tilted his head. I felt a thrill go through me as I saw my mate giving me what I wanted. Leaning down, I was about to bite him when I realized something.
“Fuck!” I screamed as I stopped what I was doing.
“What?” They both yelled.
“I forgot to tell you something,” I panted, pissed I was ruining the moment. “The marks will heal but never fully go away.”
“I’ll have a scar?” Cord asked, exchanging a look with Ty.
“Kinda, but it will become a hot spot,” I answered, realizing how badly I’d screwed up. “It won’t be very big, but every month I’ll reclaim you there. It won’t hurt, just look like a healed bite mark.”
“Thank you for warning me,” Cord said, smiling at me over his shoulder. “Now fuck me and claim me.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“A little scar that will become an erogenous zone for me won’t stop me from keeping you, Avery,” he answered gently. “I’m already falling for you, and I’ve loved Ty for years. You’re like the glue that’s going to hold us all together.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, leaning forward and giving him a quick peck again.
“You’re welcome. Now fuck me,” Cord purred. “It felt more amazing than any sex I’ve ever had before.”
“You’d better love it. You’re going to get it like this at least three times a month.” I chuckled as I moved my hips around.
“Bring it on.” He moaned. I glanced at Ty, who gave me a nod, before thrusting forward again. Grabbing his shoulders gently, I changed the angle to hit Cord’s prostate on every thrust. “Oh, fuck, don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop ever.”
“I’m going to come just from watching you two.” Ty hissed as he stroked his dick. He had three fingers in his ass now as he played with himself.
“Go ahead, but you’ll come again when I take your ass next.” I growled. Leaning back down, I licked Cord’s neck and shoulder. Right when I felt him stiffen up, I sank my canines into his left shoulder. He screamed loudly as he climaxed, shooting his spunk all over the bed. The muscles in his ass massaged my cock as I kept pounding into him. Raising my head, I let out a roar that shook the windows. I grabbed his hips and fucked him like a madman as I came. Just as I was finishing, the knot in my cock extended and latched onto Cord’s prostate.
“Holy shit, what is that?” Cord screamed as he climaxed again.
“I forgot about that.” I moaned as I kept moving my hips around. I couldn’t go far while I was attached to him, but Cord was going nuts under me as I did it. “It only happens with true mates.”
“What? What happens?” Ty asked, his eyes darting from me then back to Cord.
“Something latched onto my prostate,” Cord cried out. Then he collapsed under me. I moved my hands in time to hold my weight so I didn’t fall on him.

Man Candy Monday

I'm Really Not One to Exaggerate

*Warning the following blog is extremely sarcastic, contains cuss words, the author rolled her eyes a lot as she wrote it, and is not suitable for the faint of heart.

I'm really not one to exaggerate, I swear. When I've been fishing and caught one, I don't just say it's this big *holds hand up two feet apart.* No, I'm the goofy one sitting there with the measuring tape just to make sure I'm accurate when I tell people how big the fish is.

Why bring this up? Well, if you're a friend of mine on FB or in my Yahoo Group you've heard me bitch about the piece of shit house I'm renting. I give little tidbits here and there of what's wrong with it now… but I had an email from someone asking me if it was "really that bad." Yeah, it's actually MUCH worse than I let one. So in the spirit if that & the fact I'm still pissy the sinks are clogged, let's start with the basement, shall we?

-My favorite part of the whole house is the 1950's freezer with the pull handle & lock… yes, I said lock & yes it's locked and not plugged in. There's so a dead body in there. I'm sorry, I grew up in Chicago: there's NO reason to have a locked freezer with heavy duty sealing on it if there's no dead body in there!!
-I've found & killed 3 bee/wasp hives in there over the summer.
-There's really only half a basement, since there's a 4 foot concrete wall and filled in on one half, covered with dirt. Yes, dirt… yeah, I'm sure there are a few more dead bodies over there too.
-The windows down there are sealed close w/duct tape.
-The last renters had to have used it as a toilet for their dogs because pup is ALL about marking territory down there & that's a new thing for him.
-The floor is so cracked & uneven any time I run my washer & dryer the floors shake upstairs. Oh, and you wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get them to fix the washer & dryer hook ups… mother of heaven
-There's really not stairs down there, more like cut out steps in the stone foundation. Yeah, smooth move to have stairs surrounded by stone, no I don't constantly scrape me hands when carrying a laundry basket down there.
-I'm 5'10" & I have to duck down about a foot to get into the basement.
-And there are so many spiders webs & homes down there in the exposed ceiling, pipes, visible insulation, I've given up trying to get rid of them. Mostly because WY has some BIG mother fucking spiders that look like they came out of Arachnophobia.. fuck it. It's their room, I just visit during the day only when I need clean clothes.
-Onto the outside…. There's sections of wood missing from the underside of the roof & broken pieces of asphalt siding, which then has exposed wiring, always good.
-The steel railings on the concrete steps aren't really secure, yeah, found that one out the hard way when I leaned on them once & fell over the back & down 5 feet to the ground.
-The door-less shed is on a concrete slab that some how animals have dug underneath to make their homes… so I stay very far away from there.
-The gates on the fence only close with bungee cord.
-I've found some sidewalk & stone paths that lead to no where & were covered with dirt that I had to dig out.
-There's a wooden panel on the house that has no latches, so right now it's buried in the snow & there's exposed insulation in a 3ft sq at the base of the house.
-There aren't any gutters… not sure if there ever were.
-There's a gap in the roofing above the back door & the bees just love to make their home there (keep in mind I'm allergic to the little fuckers)
-When I moved in there were no deadbolts, I said there need to be. The answer I got? No one has deadbolts in WY… the answer they got. This fucking one will or I'll get new doors, take it out of my rent, and not give you the key! So, now there are dead bolts, and the back one doesn't work. I just about break my fingers off trying to get it locked or the door has to be pulled up so it can turn, but then you can't UNLOCK it from the outside.
-When they put in the back door, it's not the right size or they didn't replace the doorframe correctly because there's a gap where I can see the outside stairs. Yup, always good to have a little breeze…
-The lock on the knob doesn't lock, or again, if you can get it to, you can't unlock it with the key.
-There's no real "flooring" under the all weather carpet on the back "porch" when you come in. It's just loose wood… I checked.
-The windows on the back porch are all painted shut, but on the bright side those are the only windows on the house that don't leak.
-The kitchen floor is so old that you can't clean it except by hand b/c there's no gloss left on it enough to move a mop. It's like trying to mop concrete.
-There's no dishwasher… yeah, I didn't think that was a big deal either, but you wouldn't believe how much fucking time I spend washing dishes by hand when it's just me & pup. I would NEVER have survived if I'd been born last century, I'm just not that patient. And the sinks a little lower than any place I've ever had before, so I have to lean over at a funny angle to wash them, my back's constantly bitching about that one.
-The timer on the stove doesn't work… found that out last night when I set it for my turkey legs & went back to reading. Yeah, three hours later (It was only supposed to be 2 hrs), I remember them & go see that the timer's at 0 & never beeped. It used to work….
-The sinks are clogged up (that's a new one though)
-Most of the windows in the house are crank windows and NONE of them lock.
-The house has a REALLY old heating system, huge vents in the floors and walls, and when it's kicked on the bed shakes like one of those motels you pay by the hour for….
-None of the doors stay open without being propped open in any of the rooms & the closets either have doors that won't close all the way or no doors at all.
-The bathroom window is so warped & probably eaten away by whatever bugs that you literally can pull the whole fucking window and frame out if you wanted to. Except when I bitched they put two little baby hooks in the frame to keep it in. Yeah, it leaks so badly that I might as well just leave it open all the time & rattles when the wind blows.
-The bathtub has holes & no, I'm not talking about the drain… so when I used the shower it leaks rusty water all over the floor. And there's sections where the coating & paint have been scraped away so it's exposed metal.
-They seem to have put some covering on the shower walls, like they advertise at Home Depot or whatever to cover up your whole shower without actually changing out the tile. Yeah, except there are sections that are differently colored like there's black mold back there and when the light hits it you can tell with the shading.
-The shower takes a few minutes to warm up, no big deal; I think that's pretty common. But I have to run out the hot water for 5 minutes, because once it warms up it comes out scalding hot no matter how high I have the cold nozzle turned. Then after that I can adjust accordingly, but after running the hot water for 5 minutes like that, you can guess how little hot water I have left for a shower. I can wash, shampoo just fine… but I've only got time to condition my hair OR shave ONE leg… users choice.
-The sink in the bathroom NEVER has clear water running out of it, always yellow. And even in the tub & kitchen sink it's yellow in the morning until I run the water for a few minutes.
-The wiring in the house is a joke and I'm totally going to die by fire in my sleep one day. I blow a fuse weekly & have to go down into the scary ass basement. There's an extension on the fuse box to store extra fuses to roll down when the ones in place go… it's a big extension… much better than having up to code wiring.
-The thermostat has exposed wires when you remove the cover & takes 2AA batteries that run out every two weeks. And if I don't change them in time the system resets & doesn't register the temp in the house, so I wake up & it's 40 degrees in the house.
-I normally have my TV on, the cable box, and my laptop plugged in & on while I'm working on the sofa (I like the background noise of the TV so the pup doesn't bark at every noise), but at night, I turn on the floor lamp. Plugged in in the kitchen is the fridge, coffee pot, stove, & microwave. When I have the floor lamp on in the living room as well as everything else & the fridge kicks on, every thing shorts out for three seconds.
-The door to the front enclosed porch is so warped it slants and doesn't close properly.
-The front door won't close unless I hip check it & I can't get it open w/out putting my foot on the wall next to it to brace myself to yank on it.
-There's a heating vent in the spare bedroom that I use for an office on the floor in the middle of the room. Yeah, if the heat's on, I'm not paying attention, and walk over it, it gets hot enough to burn my skin. (THAT was a fun burn to tend to, heating vent grates burned into the sole of my right foot).

I think I got all of it, though I'm sure I forgot something…. Anyone still think I'm exaggerating when I call this place a piece of shit, ghetto fab house, or death trap?? No? Yeah, didn't think so… LMMFAO! Someday I'll post about my experience with the movers, that's another knee slapper!!

Do you Really Want To Know?

I have this friend that I was cranky with, nothing big or friendship ending… more like roll your eyes & smack them upside the head. Like I always do, I get quiet with them so as to not risk blowing up over something small while I think it through & decide if it's worth talking about or let it go (which honestly is what I do a lot when I shouldn't).

But unlike most people in my life, he noticed something was up by my lack of communication or quick answers. That alone shocked me. On top of which he emailed me asking, "Are you mad at me? Please tell me what I did so I can apologize."

I sat there & stared at the email for what had to be twenty minutes with the same thought in my head… "Do you really want to know?"

Now to most people that might seem like a dense response, but I grew up in a family where they really DIDN'T want to know. I learned every early on that when someone asked, how am I, they really didn't want the full answer. My sister is always my favorite… asks about something & I'd start telling her & she'd cut me off about four sentences in because I was boring her. I asked her once why she did that, she answered, "well, I really just wanted a one word answer." Okayyyyy then, silly me.

And then there was grammar school, where they really didn't want to know what I had to say. Case in point the opinion paper I wrote in 6th grade, The Roman Catholic Church: The Modern Day Cannibals. Yeah, I was so washing black boards for a week after cheerleading practice. In my defense it is a religion where you "eat" the body & "drink" the blood of Christ. I mean geeze, cut a kid a break I was 11 & I'm very literal.

But I learned that most people really don't want your honest answer, opinions, or comments. So I got quiet, I pretty much stopped raising my hand in class or answering anyone anything but a "fine" or grunt…. until Sophomore year high school. I had this AWESOME honors history teacher, Mr. M. who was one of those teachers people never forget. My ma worked at my HS & my older sister was there the same time I was. And the faculty seemed to get off on calling me "little Flynn" which was shitty, because I've never been little. I've always been tall, athletic, & a little broad in the shoulders for a teenage girl. And I ended up getting even quieter as an honors student, sure I played sports & had popular friends, everyone knew who I was. But I wasn't really popular, I just got included because the head cheerleader loved me.

It took me a week in Mr. M's class before he stopped right at my desk & said, "I know you've got something to say Flynn, spit it out." I just shrugged my shoulders & he let it go. Then he started pegging me with this plush grapefruit size ball all the time, "spit it out Flynn, I know you know the answers." Still, I'd learned to keep my mouth shut & said nothing. Until after a few months of it I lost my temper. I caught the ball, pegged him in the head with it, & answered the fucking question at the top of my lungs. He just smiled at me & replied, "Nice to finally meet you Ms. Flynn, welcome to life. No one will pay attention to someone who won't speak up for themselves & I'm not here to let you gals graduate to become doormats to an uncaring world."

And so I started opening my mouth… a LOT. I joined the debate team & went to state, graduated with honors, & went to a top university on scholarship. I did well in the Navy until I had to get out because of medical issues, I graduated college, & went into corporate America… where NO ONE really wanted to know what was in my head. I can't tell you how many times I went home after work close to tears thinking, "well why the fuck did you ask me then?" And eight years of that shit I found myself once again not answering more than "fine" or grunting that every thing was okay when it's not.

So there I sat, staring at the email, not wanting to lie to my friend but really not wanting to start trouble by answering. But the more I tried to dodge the question, the more my friend pushed & I pretty much felt that plush ball hitting me again like in high school. And after moving across the country to get away from relationships with x-boyfriends, friends, & family where I was a doormat, & because I seemed to be incapable of saying NO when I should, I was faced with a question I didn't want to answer. And this friend wasn't taking my silence, which in my book moves them from friend to really good fucking friend. Hell, most people don't notice when I'm upset & go quiet because we're all so busy in our lives. But they noticed & pushed me… and for that I'm very grateful. Because while it wasn't a big deal why I was upset, they made me realize that I was being a doormat by keeping quiet again. And wasn't I just pleasantly surprised when they apologized & told me they didn't mean to & that they loved me lots & they hoped we could still be friends.

It seems sometimes people really DO want to know the answer, & those are the people I want in my life. So thank you, my friend, you know who you are & I love you lots too. I needed that push to show me that some people do really care want to know what's inside my crazy head… now everyone can blame you when I start opening my mouth again!!

To Give, Receive, & to "Get"

WOW, I was so shocked to see posts on this blog thingy since really, it's been so long since I've used this, it took my 5 trys to log-in before I remembered which email I had this thing set up with. Whoops! And to be honest, I'm not a fan of the blogging, I never get why people would want to know my thoughts or what's inside my head. The stories I write, yeah, those I get why people could like, I write them, so I like them too. But me? Knowing more about me? I just sit back and always go, "Why? I'm really not interesting."

However comma (yes, I type out the comma when I'm making a point, deal with it), my wonderul Yahoo Group has sent me several emails on the side asking that I start using this. And I luv them lots, so I promised if I had something better to say than a bitch fest or ramble, I'd use it. So here it goes, no laughing.

To Give, Receive, & to "Get"

Yes, I GET the double meaning there, but I'm actually talking about something PG rated.. I know, it's rare. I'm talking about Christmas & Holiday gifts. In the past week I've received 5 presents from people I love very much; Hayley, Stormy, my mom, Alana, & my bestest, oldest friend Steve. I've got them lined up around my living room because they make me smile & I'm spending the holidays alone & it makes me feel less alone. But looking them over this morning I was really struck by how some of them really "got" me based on their presents.

Hayley - my crazy gal who I truly love, handles my pirate links, and at times is like my personal nurse making sure I take care of myself sent me; a tiara (since she calls me her Queen of Cliffhangers), treats for pup, temp butterfly tats (inside joke), and a gift cert to Barnes & Nobles because I actually read faster than I write & I'm a book slut. It was a truly touching gift that made me realize how well she knows me in the few months we've been friends and I love it.

Stormy Glenn - my Yoda, my mentor, co-author, and really adopted big sister who I love with all my heart. She sent me Godiva chocolate & coffee assorments to spoil myself with, and a wonderful Celtic cross that you use for decoration. Awesome gift! Something pretty, pretty, and treats you wouldn't normally splurge on for yourself that makes you just feel special.

Alana - my Dominatrix Mistress, Yahoo Group moderator, legal counsil, and drunk texting friend. Again, not someone I've known all that long, but really is a sister from another mother. She sent me a HUGE assorment of homemade cookies (careful not to send anything with coconut since I'm allergic) and this cute mug that has a great quote on if about friends w/a pretty candle inside. I was bouncing & smiling when I saw her present.

Steve - my oldest, dearest friend who I've been friends with since Kindergarten and just knows every dirty little secret about me and for some reason, still loves me. He's always been the person I run to when shit hits the fan and always makes me realize I'm not as crazy as I really think. He's straight, so it's not like he reads my books, but I know if I asked him to read something and let me know what he thought, he would in a heart beat because that's just the kind of guy he is. Steve's ALWAYS been supportive of whatever I do and proud of me. He sent me The Describer's Dictionary & The Bald-Headed Hermit and the Artichoke; An Erotic Thesaurus. Both totally rock and again show support in my chosen profession.

My mom - who I popped out of, has known me the longest, and I hope loves me. Really, she signed my dad's name to the card, but since he & I haven't spoke since April (when he found out what I was writing), so it's really from mom. She sent me a throw blanket with a Western theme scenery, a puzzle with Weimeriners, mint hot chocolate, the movie Eclipse, treats & a toy for pup. The puzzle's good, I like them & it's the type of dog Marius is. The blankie... not so much. I already moved to WY, don't really need the westner themed stuff, but okay she tried. I'm not a fan of hot chocolate really, occasionally drinking it when I want something warm and my tummy hurts so I can't have coffee. My older SISTER LOVES mint hot chocolate though, so that gives me pause. The move Eclipse, yes, I love it, which is why I told my mom I bought it weeks ago when it first came out.... and okay, the stuff for pup is good, and I know she misses Marius more than me. (No, really she does, she cried when HE was moving to WY and I got a hug, lol).

So it's not a BAD present, but it still makes me wonder who of the presents really knows me? I mean, she's known me the longest, I've LIVED with her until college and I used to tell people we were really close. Am I mad? No, any gift that's picked out always makes me grateful that they took the time and really tried to get me something that I like. I take great pains to give gifts I know fit the person I'm giving them too. Most times (due to financial shortages) my gifts are homemade... BUT, I make sure it's the candles scents I know they like or snowman ornaments versus nutcracker ones if that's what I know they'd prefer.

I'm not sure how to end a blog... but those are my thoughts on giving and receiving presents. And how much they show if the person really "gets" you.