Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Getting to Good

It was a long weekend away. A retreat of sorts; full of deep conversation, connection, and play.  Eric learned a lot about my childhood, my first experiences, and my fantasies. I learned a lot about his childhood, his first experiences, and his fantasies. We played "Confessions", the game of money, career, sex, relationships, and family.  We took each others answers and turned them into passion.

At the hotel room, Eric and I took tubes of different colored frosting, the kind used to decorate cakes and purchased in any grocery store baking aisle.  We decorated our bodies for each other - blue, green, and pink kissable areas where we liked to be touched. Yellow - nothing worth focusing on and RED hot pleasure spots.  Off limit sections of skin were to be painted with purple icing.  That tube landed in the trash, unopened. Apparently we have nothing "off limits".

Eric dared me to tell him my wildest fantasy, without fear of ridicule or judgement.  He honored me by hearing it without making a face or questioning why. Then he promised to some day, make it come true.

I dared Eric to take me to a place he visited often in childhood and without fear of rejection or judgement, take me there, in the wilderness.

I shall not kiss and tell. 

I'll just tell.  :D

As we drove alongside the mountain where Eric camped as a child, he warned me that we were on vacation and any mention of work or him leaving or my health would require me to remove a piece of clothing.  By the time we got to where the picnic tables were (thank goodness there was nobody around!) I was stripped down to my socks and tennis shoes. We walked (I hobbled), to a large downed tree where I could comfortably rest my knee while he tooketh me.  (Shakespearean?)

Afterwards, Eric jogged back to fetch my clothes.  Then he stood at the car yelling out, "Amy Lynn!  Get your clothes on, young lady!  What are you doing down there in nothing but your shoes."  Funny guy.  Knee problems or not, this girl can hustle under the threat of bare ass exposure. ;)

A final night - sweet love on a balcony overlooking an incredible skyline. Amazing.  We didn't want to leave. We stayed until the very last second possible.  I returned to work exhausted and still smelling of him.

Now it's Tuesday and Eric was going to begin traveling again the Monday after Easter.  His trip has been bumped up to Thursday. We only have tomorrow and it will be spent mostly packing... but that's okay.  We are good.  Really, really good.

Amy


Saturday, March 17, 2018

FFF 7 - Eric is lookin' mighty fine!

Eric jumped on FFF two weeks ago.  He's incredible. 13 pounds down. Sexy. Wearing clothes he'd shoved in the back of the closet years ago. Portion control. Healthy choices. He avoids situations where he would be tempted. Amazing.

Amy? Not so good. Down 2.2 pounds. Averaged 1200 calories a day all week.  Took 29,000 steps over the week but ended up back on the couch with ice packs and a swollen knee. Grrrr!!!!

This morning I went for a slow easy walk.  Got about six blocks from home and the sky opened, the wind picked up, and rain fell.  I looked like a drowned rat by the time I got back.  Eric found me shivering at the door.

"Why didn't you call me to pick you up?!" he asked, stripping wet clothes off  and taking me upstairs.  He ran a hot bath and dumped a whole cup of Mr. Bubble in the tub.

I relaxed. Sunk down in the bubbles. Breathed.

Then Eric appeared with my phone in his hand.  He'd found it on the washing machine where I'd left it when I went out on my walk.

Out of the water, skin warm and red, over the lap of my love.

Spank, spank, spank.

"Amy Lynn! Don't you ever leave this house without your phone."

Spank, spank, spank.

"You're already pushing it by walking on that knee."

Spank, spank, spank.

In the corner, nipples against the wall, hands at my sides, my ass tingled and I rested.

The rain came on strong outside and we found ourselves between the sheets.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Questions for Eric from Hoss

How do I read when to stop?  My wife has shown that sometimes I stop too soon.  We haven't ever gone too far.

Consistency.  She has moods and sometimes it is frustrating to not discipline in the moment, but I don't want to discipline angry.  We have problems with being consistent on a daily basis as life gets in the way.  I need to redirect during those times and would appreciate suggestions on what others do or think.


Eric: As Amy and I got more in tune with each other and this dynamic, she became comfortable letting me know what she was feeling and how far I could take things.  I always say, this is not a silent movie. Speak up.  By giving me the keys, I can do a better job in my role.  Amy has taught me that the spanking is only part of the experience.  Taking my time, having the conversation, corner time or something to focus on - touching on the emotional/mental side is as important as the physical.  I don't worry about going too far because we have a safe word.  There have been times when I think she's taken all she can but I ask if she's had enough. Sometimes she's said no.  You both need to talk.  It's a tango. You both need to dance.

It's hard for us to be consistent when I'm traveling all the time.  We've come up with other things to keep Amy's mind where she is happiest.  Sometimes I'll have her self discipline while we're on the phone.  Sometimes I'll give her a list of things to get done while wearing a plug or some capsicum. It's all about the connection.  When life gets in the way, do your best to connect one way or another.

Can't say I've ever disciplined while angry but I have been frustrated with Amy as times.  I find whispering in her ear what I'll be dishing out later (you're getting the belt tonight, young lady) is enough to swing her.  The key is to follow through. If you don't plan on doing something, don't say you will.  The anticipation is just step one.  The discipline that comes later is step two.  The love afterwards is step three.  We always talk about it the next day. I need to know how she really feels and find she's more open a day or so later.

Amy: To clarify - the plug is one thing. Capsicum is something all together different. They are not a package deal. ;0

Sunday, March 11, 2018

Discovering Eric51% and Amy49%

March is "ask anything" month and since my accident, I've been lucky enough to have my husband home with me. We've answered all of your questions together and we have even jumped on the FFF bandwagon, determined to lose thirty pounds between the two of us. We've had two and three hour conversations about many of the topics that Q&A brought to light so thank you and please don't hesitate to ask anything else you'd like to know. We are learning so much about each other and yes, Eric is in to do a blog post but suggests we come up with singular topic for all of the HOH's to address.

Vulnerability is a topic that pops up in blog land rather frequently.  The past two weeks, I've been physically getting stronger and being back at work half time has got me mentally more upbeat. As the month slips away, Eric is noticing an edge to me, one of frustration, fear, and frantic feelings.

"Why?" he asks. "Why are you getting all wound up?"

Wednesday: "I'm still hurting, and you're going to be traveling again soon."
Thursday: "I don't like being alone, and you're going to be traveling again soon."
Friday: "I'm afraid to drive, and you're going to be traveling again soon."

Eric is no dummy.  He picked up on my theme even before I did.

Saturday: "Go get the cheese board, Amy Lynn," was the order of the morning, "I need to clear your head before breakfast."

The neighbor was outside, hood up on a project car, just below our bedroom window.  We went into the closet and Eric had me hold onto the top rack of hanging shirts.  My black spandex shorts hugged my cheeks and provided little cushion to the wooden paddle making it's mark. A slow start, Eric tapped each side while reiterating in my mind that I am not a helpless girl.  He increased the force of each blow, reminding me to breathe, and running his fingers over my back every now and then to see the affect he was having; small beads of sweat building as my butt began to sizzle. Eric spanked to return my confidence.  His words, his belief, and his physical display managed to get me off the ledge.

"Take everything off," Eric commanded and then forced me in front of the mirror.  "Look at your red ass and your beautiful body. Look at the beautiful woman I love. You are incredible. I need you to see that."

Vulnerable. I want to see it. Want to believe it.

"You need more," Eric stated and I nodded., turning into his body and holding on for dear life.

"What do yo want?" he asked.

I wanted him to say he wasn't going to travel anymore.  I wanted him to say he was going to stay home and take care of me for the rest of my life.  I wanted him to say I didn't have anything to worry about ever again because he was going to be there for me forever.

I paused, drinking in the scent of his cologne, and then walked back into the closet.  I took his black leather belt off the hook in the corner and handed it to him.  Without a word, I placed my hands back on the clothing rack and closed my eyes.

Eric did not hold back, but he took the time to let me react, settle into the feeling, and accept each stroke.  Deep red welts wrapped around my bottom and the sting brought a sense of peace to my brain.  He took me to bed and made slow, purposeful love to me.

Saturday afternoon, Eric made me drive as we ran errands and took care of thing around the house. He made me walk at the grocery store. He made me get cash from the bank. He made me see that I am strong and independent and can do everything that I need to do to get by.

Sunday morning, lounging in my husband's arms, the edge is gone. The twinge of sad loneliness is prepped and ready for him to take flight again but there is no fear.

"About yesterday," Eric said, rolling me over and tracing the marks left behind by his belt, kissing gently each patch of color.  "It's important to me that you are always able to take care of yourself. I could be hit by a train tomorrow and you would have to carry on without me."

I flipped back over and stared into his sincere blue eyes.

"Are you leaving me?" I asked. "Are you checking the boxes so you can walk away and not feel any guilt because you think I don't need you?"

Eric was baffled.

"No," he replied. "I love you enough to make sure you can always take care of youself."

March Matters: Questions from Lea

What’s something that happened or something that someone said that changed how you view the world?

What BDSM or Kink-related thing have you not yet done that you want to try?


Amy: Oh Lea, Eric is going to love that second question. LOL.  I spent about fifteen years of my life  happily believing that everything happens for a reason.  Then, my whole world shattered when someone convinced me that all he cared about was my best interest; which turned into an abusive out of control nightmare that lasted the better part of seven years. I could not rationalize in any way, shape, or form how that period of my life could have happened for a reason.  Then, I met Eric.  We both enjoy the spanking dynamic of our relationship but had I not had the past experience that I did, we probably would not have handled our coming together so well.  I have triggers and things that still affect me today but it is in taking the time to understand those things that has allowed Eric to break through my protective walls and get in where my heart truly lies.  One man destroyed my view of love in the world; another man restored it.

As for BDSM or Kink-related?  I would like to explore bondage with Eric.  Whenever we are enacting our disciplined lifestyle, I know that I have a choice at all times.  I can move. I can cover my bottom. I can ask him to stop.  The trust is there, I know Eric would never really hurt me, and I want to push the envelope because I keep reading about "subspace" but don't believe we've gotten there. So, I would like to be bound to the point that I feel like I don't have a choice (Please don't misread this, Bloggers. I always have a choice.) and then we can both see how far I can go. 

Eric: I'd like to believe that I'm pragmatic and think things through so I can't really say my view of the world has ever changed, it's just grown.  

The second question is a very long list. St. Andrew's Cross, Shadow Lane, and much more. Of course a threesome is on the list. Relax ladies, I'm a guy and the question is about fantasies. It all plays out in my head. I have a pretty wife who I think the world of and I want to make all of her sexual fantasies come true.  Sometimes I catch other men looking at her and I think, "That's right, buddy. She's with me. I get to go home with that gorgeous creature every night."  The voyeur in me wants to show her off.

Image result for question mark clipart It's March!  Feel free to ask us anything.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

March Matters: Questions from Deena

How do you explain your need for a spanking so that Eric understands? Here's my question for Eric: How do you know when Amy needs a spanking?


Amy: When Eric and I got close enough that we could tell each other anything in the world, even the things that were hard to admit to ourselves, it was easy.  I had been self disciplining for years. When I told Eric what I did, when, and the results that I got, he was immediately willing to explore the possibility of him stepping in and becoming that helping hand so to speak. I think every husband wants to be able to help his wife when she is overwhelmed or not being her best self.  Eric really took the time to understand what spanking did for me and then we were both surprised as to what it added to both of our lives. In the beginning, there was a lot of research and exploration before we actually did anything and we learned the ways that worked for us overtime.  Initially, I would have been mortified if I had to ask for a spanking.  I'd "brat" my way into one every now and then. I'd push Eric's buttons, taunt, and poke at him; hinting around that it would be a good time. Then once when he was about to leave for a long trip, we clashed.  He was sure I was terribly unhappy about him going and I just wanted a good sound reset to keep me chugging along while he was gone.  The long story short is, that was the worst trip ever because he was thinking one thing and I was thinking something else.  Now, if Eric doesn't pick up on me getting out of control or really needing a trip over his knee, I tell him and he comes through like a champ.  I still like it when he "catches" me off guard or being "bad" in a playful way.  The hardest spankings are the ones where I screwed up and Eric knows the punishment is the only way I'll let go of the guilt.  Oh my goodness.  I've been rambling!  Did I even answer your question?!  "ERIC!  It's time!!! Losing my mind again."


Eric: Three things: the amount of time that's gone by since the last time. How she's reacting to things in her life. Or, when she flat out tells me. 


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Can you think of a question you'd like answered in March? It is March! Perfect time to ask it.

Friday, March 9, 2018

March Matters: Ronnie's Question

Do you have a spanking fantasy? 

Amy: Yes I do but it's the kind of fantasy that I don't know if I could ever actually have become a reality.  I love the idea of Eric being my knight in shining armor and coming to my rescue.  In my dreams, I get myself into a real mess where I exhibit risky behavior and end up either behind bars, or in a situation surrounded by unruly men, or some such thing.  Just when it looks like I'm going to be locked away for good or taken advantage or or whatever, Eric comes in and saves the day.  He defends my honor, rescues me, and gets me way from all of the bad things that can happen in the world.  I'm head over heels in love and gaga over my dashing husband who has stepped in and conquered the evil forces in my life.  We get home and I'm relieved but then, he very calmly and sternly lets me know how my actions played a role in the situation we had just come from.  He takes his time making sure I understand the point he is making and he doesn't back down from the punishment he is planning to dish out no matter how much I pout or beg or plead.  He paddles by behind in jeans and then drops them to the floor. He puts me bare over his knee and spanks me hard with his hand.  Then he stands me in the corner and switches the backs of my legs every time I flinch or move a muscle.  At the end of the fantasy, Eric is always bathing me and then taking me to bed, to prove that I am still loved and that the event of the evening is forgiven, never to be mentioned again. Ahhh. Thanks for letting me play that out in my head again.  :)

Eric: I have dozens and I get to play them out on Amy.

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Comments can be comments but they can also be questions during the month of March. What would you like to know?

Thursday, March 8, 2018

March Matters: Questions from Terps and Anonymous

Terps: Now, we know your favorite candies, what is your favorite food - meal, dessert, recipe...anything you wish to share. :-)

Amy:  I'm so fickle.  It's literally impossible to pin down my "favorite" anything because all of my tastes change with the seasons.  It's been rather cold today so I'd have to say tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich would top my list.  Of course, that's been an old favorite from my childhood.  I'm also a big fan of pancakes which Eric and I always tear into heart shapes on his birthday. We are both trying to lose fifteen pounds right now so I suppose if I had to come up with my favorite food to eat since we began this wager, it would have to be bell peppers with hummus. Mmmm. Think I'll have some right now!  (Okay, okay. The reality is, I'm a sugar fiend. I'm trying to sound all "good" here but I really loves me some ice cream, and those big sheet cakes with the 1" frosting on top, not to mention any kind of cookie in the world. Trying to stay away from it all but there is a huge place in my heart for all things SWEET.)

Eric: Pizza, soft oatmeal raisin cookies, tapioca, and almond joys. 

Anonymous: Are you in a Master/Slave Relationship? If not, would you like to be?

Amy: I know some people think Eric 51 and Amy 49 represent our ages but in reality, the numbers represent the balance of power.  In our relationship, we are pretty equal.  Eric51% and Amy49%.  Sexually, we are very playful and in the bedroom, sometimes I feel like he owns me.  He makes my body come alive and is the Master of finding the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.  However, outside of the bedroom, we are equals.  I think Eric would get bored with me in a Master/Slave relationship. We can play it but wouldn't do well living it.

Eric: I'd enjoy having Amy as my slave for few hours or even a day but just in play. I met Amy as a strong independent woman and it's important to me that she stay that way.


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March is the month to place your questions in the comment section. Go for it. Ask US anything.

March Matters: Olivia's Question

When did you first realize that spanking was something that you wanted? Is there a story that goes with that?

Amy: I remember way back, as a fairly young child, like six years old, watching the neighbor kids get spanked almost on a daily basis.  I was fascinated by it though it was never something I experienced. My parents would never consider talking about, let alone doing it.  I recall finding stories where a spanking took place and reading those passages over and over again.  Whenever someone told a story about being spanked I was mesmerized and would fantasize about it being me instead of them for weeks, months, or even years after I'd heard it.  I can't explain it and I didn't know what to do with it but then a man came along who was very good at grooming me and somehow he tapped into that part of my personality and ended up catapulting me into an extremely abusive relationship that could have cost me everything.  It took years to get away from all of that and I left my fantasies at the door; resorting to self discipline knowing that spanking worked for me but refusing to let anyone ever control me again.  And then came Eric.  We fell in love and got married after he broke down many old walls built in my past. I trusted him more than anyone I've ever met and then one day, we started talking about a spanking story I was reading online while waiting at the library for a study group. One thing led to another and here we are today; with a very healthy ttwd relationship that works incredibly well for both of us.  Eric knows every bit of my past and is so careful not to cross any lines or trigger anything that would adversely affect me.  The biggest surprise to us is that adding this dynamic to our relationship has helped me to let go of a lot of the things that happened in the abusive one. Life is funny that way.  I'm just lucky Eric came along when he did and the way he did.  It enabled us to build a loving and trusting road to an uncommon dynamic that deep down, we both crave.

Eric: When I met Amy and we realized through getting to know each other that it was something we would both enjoy.

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Everybody has questions. If you'd like to read our answers, ask something in the comment section anytime during the month of March. :)

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

March Matters: Questions from Baker

Is there a part of you that does not enjoy the spanking aspect of your relationship? If so, what is it and why? What have you done to push past this barrier? 

Amy:  This is a very interesting question and one that I had to really think through before answering. I do not like the spanking itself. How's that for the aspect I don't enjoy?!  I love the anticipation, the lecture, the set up, the story line, the getting into position, and the way that my body reacts to it all. I love the feeling of Eric being the man-in-charge and taking me in hand for the purpose of making both of our lives better. However, during the actual event, I grit my teeth, clench my fists, go steely in my mind, and do my best to get through the pain of it. Then I find a rather peaceful bliss and I want more. We take breaks; corner time, the promise of another spanking before bed, etc. and then we'll start up again.  I find the building and layering of spankings enables us to get my mind, body, and soul to the place that we, as a couple, are trying to go.

Eric: Enjoy it all. No barriers. Lack of time, that's all.



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It's March and that is the month dedicated to answering what inquiring minds want to know.  Just leave a question in the comment section and we'll take it from there.

March Matters: Jan's Question

My question is when you buy clothes do you choose them based on Eric's preferences or yours? Do you wear things even if you know he wouldn't like them?


Amy: I guess I feel like a very lucky girl because Eric loves variety. He calls me his "wash and wear girl" and I believe him when he says he likes anything and everything I'm in; regardless of style. However, the universe does require balance so of course, the topic of clothing has not been a complete bed of roses.  Eric is happy regardless of what I choose to put on but we did not see eye-to-eye when it came to what to wear in bed.  I grew up in the snow with a family who could only afford a certain number of days of heat each winter. When the propane was out, so was the heater. I learned to sleep in cozy flannel jammies with soft fluffy socks and a pair of long johns underneath.  When we first started dating, Eric would make comments about sleeping in the nude and I couldn't imagine such a thing!  It took a long time for me to become comfortable going to bed with nothing on. "What if there is an emergency?" I'd ask. "What if someone comes to the door?" I would inquire.  It's still something I wrestle with just because it's not what I know.  So, when Eric is home, I sleep with his body wrapped around mine and make sure I've got at least a sheet to cover up with, even in the hottest of summer nights. When Eric travels for work, though, I'm in his t-shirt with a pair of extra long pink flannels, my bunny slippers, and hooded pj top!

Eric: Amy doesn't wear anything I don't like but I think when Amy picks things out, she has me in mind. Likewise, when I travel, I sometimes see dresses and things that make me think how pretty she'd be wearing them.

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Don't be shy. It's March!  You can ask any question in the comment section and miraculously, a post will be created just for you. :)

Monday, March 5, 2018

March Matters: Questions from Lindy

What are you favourite books both vanilla and TTWD? What's one item you always pack in your bag when going on holiday. Can both you and Eric answer that one please?

Amy: I have a rather dogeared copy of A Girl Named Sooner that I read for the first time in fourth grade. It's the tale of a little girl who is constantly switched by her backwoods country care taker for saving animals from the old woman's traps.  I couldn't get enough of this story growing up and think it was the first look into my fascination with spanking.  Vanilla?  I liked the Secret Life of Bees; though it also has a strong male figure dishing out punishment to a young girl who in actuality was the better of the two. Hmmm. You may have tapped into something here.  All of the books I enjoy reading have a girl being punished for something when she is ultimately doing the right thing. Perhaps I have a bit of a Cinderella complex that I should be looking into. Interesting.

As for what I pack on holiday - Eric jokes that whenever he opens the suitcase he finds flip flops, a bathing suit, toothbrush, and an arsenal of toys and spanking implements.  He's probably not too far off.  However, if you are asking what is the one thing that comes everywhere I go, it would have to be the wooden flat backed hairbrush that we discovered a couple of years ago.  I need a brush so it's practical but it also packs a pretty good wallop without looking suspicious in our bag.  Eric also likes to brush my hair, which I absolutely love, so it's always something we like to have around.

Eric: Never leave home without my ping pong paddle. Gotta keep my girl in line and the airlines fully believe I'm a pro table tennis player.

March is question and answer month - feel free to post a question in the comment section. You've got questions? We've got answers!  :)
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Sunday, March 4, 2018

March Matters

Traditionally, March is the month of Questions and Answers.

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Anyone who wants to play along need only ask a question in the comment section and throughout the month, posts will be created to answer what matters to you! So, ask away!! The more the merrier. Ask anything. Ask Amy or Eric! Feel free. The floor is yours.


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Uh oh. That looks like a spanking chair. You work on those questions and in the meantime, here's the latest at Eric and Amy's house.

My family came and went.  It was fantastic having everyone here and heartbreaking having them all leave.  My stitches are out and the knee is being tested each day with stretches and other painful physical therapy type exercises.  None of this is bad but I tanked and got gloomy and convinced my neighbor to have a pity party with me while Eric was golfing with some clients.  She brought ALL, not one, not a few, but ALL of my favorites.

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We gorged. Binged. Completely overdid it and then Eric came home to find me passed out on the couch surround by a bunch of candy, cookie, chips, and ice cream wrappers.  He woke me up and we had one of those "come to Jesus" conversations.  My knee is a lot better and I'm getting around a lot more.  Apparently, the moratorium on spanking due to an injury has been lifted.

Eric took me into the bathroom and helped me stand on the scale.  It was mortifying.  Horrible.  I was absolutely humiliated but then he surprised me and stepped on the scale himself.

"Look Amy," he said pointing to the numbers. "I'm in the worst shape of my life as well.  You've got the excuse of your surgery but I've been letting my job get in the way of my health and that's just not right. We're going to fix this together."

Ladies, have you ever dieted with a man before? Explain this to me. I can go to the gym and exercise for hours, eat the most perfectly balanced healthy meals of all time, and still barely lose two pounds per week. Eric can cut down on portion sizes, do a few sit-ups or take a walk, drink one extra water a day and BAM! Ten pounds down. Lucky, lucky, man.

Anyway, we agreed to both work on getting our eating down and then once the doctor approves it, adding exercise back as well.  It felt good having this goal and Eric said I can report his progress on FFF days too.  We are competing, of course, but this time not against each other.  We are competing against the extra weight and both plan to lose 15 pounds.  The game is, when we're each down 15 pounds, we will celebrate in a lovely hotel with crisp satin sheets and big fluffy pillows - a night to cherish and explore our new bodies. ;)

We left the scale with a plan and then Eric took matters into his own hands.  He got me settled over the kitchen counter in such a way that my knee was comfortable and unaffected.  Then he broke out the cheese board and I held on tight as my ass took fifteen hard smacks on each cheek.  It has been way too long since this girl got spanked and my body reacted quickly, sweat beads along my spine, head spinning, and butt on fire.

Eric stepped back. "Wow," he said. "I didn't realize how much I missed this."

It was like the man had just read my mind.  His fingers made their way to the button on my jeans and I waited patiently as he gently pulled them and my panties over my knee.  Half dressed in our kitchen, Eric grabbed a chair from the table and a pillow from the couch.  We managed to find a way for my knee to rest safely while my ass and Eric's hand made music. His "punishment" quickly became a sexual festival and we ended up making love with me bent over the table (a busted knee requires quite the work around).

Life has been slowly getting back to a somewhat normal pace since that day.  I've returned to work on a very part time basis and unfortunately, Eric will begin traveling again soon. We have our goals and the vision of our perfectly romantic night at the end of it all. I'm still emotionally up and down (blew is again and had an almond joy for breakfast!) but that's to be expected until I'm fully healed and back on my feet 100%. The tides of life, right?!

Anyway, ask those questions! We are open to answering anything.

Amy (and Eric)