I am having a 70's flashback.
It's an "I Dream Of Jeannie" moment.
I feel like crossing my arms and nodding my head and wishing myself into that little Jeannie bottle, how pleasant that must have been in that bottle, no kids, no horns tooting and only a "Master" to serve. And with that cute body of hers any wonder she could fit in there.
This has all come about because that dear husband of mine has a new name. He is now officially called "Master".
I hear it all day long,
"Ask Master"
"I will go and pick up Master now"
"When will Master be coming home?"
"Will Master be home for tea?"
"Good morning Master"
"Thank you Master"
And again 20 times a day "Ask Master"
And isn't he loving it, even the kids have started calling him that.
The help here are all very formal and have huge respect for their employers, I on the other hand get called "Madame". "No, I say, my name is Megan". "Yes Madame".
So picture this, me kicking back in my plush Jeannie bottle in my skimpy little Jeannie costume. Oh dear, that was supposed to be my dream, not your nightmare !!!!!!!!
"Yes Master"
4 comments:
Hey Megan
You go girl, if dreaming about living in a bottle keeps you sane go for it. Keep up the fab blogs
Love Anne-Maree xx
Hi Jeannie whoops I mean Megan! Well being Jeannie is better than being the crabbiest woman in the world!
Master Andrew hey! I did laugh. Maybe Victor could call you Miss Megan instead of Madame.
Cold and wet here in downtown Lara. Brrrr! Enjoy your Indian humidity. Kath X
Make sure you have his slippers waiting for him at night when he gets home.
I have just read the entire blog and have laughed my head off, madame! I hope Eliza and Sam are feeling a bit better about school.
Thinking of you all. Helen X
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