“Florence Nightengale, I am NOT.”
“Ha! I take it the patient is home now?”
“The impatient. Yes.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Mr Crabbypants is sleeping. Thank goodness.”
“Ahem.”
“He was so nice to the nurses. Now he’s Senor Sulk.”
“Maybe what you need is a nurse’s uniform.”
“He’d like that too much.”
(cough)
“Something in your throat?”
“Errr… No, dear. No. Maybe just the nurse’s hat? Like, from the ’40s?”
“JUST the hat?”
“Oh, you know what I mean. Get yourself a white nurse’s hat. And a name tag.”
“What do I need a name tag for?”
“To identify yourself.”
“As who? The keeper of the Tylenol?”
“No. From now on, your are Flo. Flo Rinse.”
“Don’t mess with Flo.”
“Damn straight. Good luck, darlin’.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“You’ll have him whipped into shape in no time.”
“Now THAT is an idea I could get behind.”
She has no idea…
Haha! I love this! Brilliant!
😀
Every man could use a good whipping, but only if it please the one weilding it.>KB
I have a Devo song going through my head now…
I’m all into the other’s pleasure in such things. It is a big turn on.>KB
Make him wear the nurses outfit. That’ll give him pause about being crabby, 😉
Baaaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha! 😀
I can see it now…
“Wanna play dress up?”
Ermagheard.
ROFL!!!!
Oh dear, oh dear …. there’s so much I could say here … but I’ll be good 😉
Heh. I hear you. (Even if you *are* remaining silent. 😉 )