Meatball soup and nail polish colour

On Sunday, I made meatball soup. It turned out well. The recipe is a keeper.

I used a beef-veal mix for the meatballs. I also used a veggie-beef broth mix. So flavourful. I'm glad that I made a large amount of it.

I decided to use nail polish on my nails. During this pandemic, I switched to using clear shellac. I looked at my nail polish collection and kind of missed seeing colour. It's nice to change things up.

Enjoyable Sunday

On Sunday, I had a good day.

I gave myself a manicure and pedicure. Last week, I got rid of my old base coat. On Sunday, I got rid of my old top coat. My polish looks a lot better on my nails with new base and top coats.

I also wrote a lot. I find it therapeutic.

Sundays are enjoyable for me these days. I took a nap. I made myself breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I didn't go out. It was nice.

I now need to get through the week to look forward to the long weekend ahead.

Unwinding with beer, nachos, and manicures

Work has been hectic this week. It became especially stressful for my team on Thursday. Our manager was the cause.

I felt so drained on Friday that my team went out after work for nachos and beer. It was a good time had by all. Our manager had taken the day off, so that helped even more.

One of my colleagues is essentially my mini-me as far as work ethic goes. It's great.

A month ago, she asked me about my nails and how I apply polish on them. I described what I do. She had always thought that I went to a nail salon every week. When I broke the news that I do my own nails, she was impressed.

For the last three weeks, she has followed my lead by doing her own nails. I was so proud of her on Friday. Not only has she continue the same trend of giving herself a manicure, she had painted her nails purple, which happens to be my favourite colour. Her nails looked beautiful.

It's great when a stressful week ends on a positive, uplifting note.

A visit to the lab - how much water should I drink?

December is a busy month as far as medical appointments go. I typically have to visit my dentist and doctor. I require blood and urine samples. On top of all these appointments, I also have an eye test.

On Tuesday, I had to visit the lab. I normally work from home after such a visit. However, I had to go into the office to make sure that my student, who was training a new contractor for the first time, was okay. She did well and I told her so. She felt good, too.

I always have a challenge when it comes to figuring out when and how much water I should consume before hitting the lab. I typically have an issue with not drinking enough water. On Tuesday, I finally got my formula down.

Roughly an hour before I visit the lab, I need to drink a bottle of water (500 mL). Half an hour before visiting the lab, I need to double that and drink a litre. I then drive to the lab, sipping on a bit of my bottled water. I get there and I am good.

I needed to have this method of madness documented somewhere as a reference.

My bloodwork is pretty straightforward. I don't look at the blood being drawn out. The nurse doing it has a gentle manner. I typically don't even feel the needle go in. We chatted. She liked my berry nail polish.

I am pretty beat, though. I am not sure if having blood drawn makes you more fatigued.

Mushy mode about my hands and legs

My guy is extra mushy these days. It's nice. I see a boyishness when he is in this mode, which is sweet and endearing.

While driving him to the airport, we held hands. He looked at my pearl pink nail polish and said that he loved my nails.

I was still driving and he made this remark:

"You have the best looking legs that I have ever seen," he said.
"Thanks, sweetie," I replied.

I like his mushy mode that he is in.

A handjob and gear-shifting fun

My guy was horny after kissing and pleasuring me in the car. I looked down at his crotch. Yep, his penis was erect.

I went over to caress it. We had four minutes left before I had to take him to the airport. He freed his hard cock from his pants and briefs, and I gave my guy a handjob.

He loved seeing my hand wrapped around his erect member. I had light pink nail polish on, which drove him crazy. Moments later, he came.

Naturally, we cleaned up.

"I am always amazed at how smooth your head is," I remarked, touching his cock's head with my thumb.
"I like when you caress it that way," my guy said.

I then proceeded to pretend that his cock was a gear shifter. We both laughed.

"We are late by twenty minutes!" he remarked.
"It's all your fault," I said, smiling at him.
"It's always worth it when I am with you," he admitted.

It's nice when he is dopey and mushy.

Nail polish on toes and fingers

Sometimes, it amazes me how attentive my guy is. He notices details about me that I forget about myself.

The other day, we were walking over to his car. We were going out for lunch. We were walking and talking.

In the car, we were stopped at a red light.

"I like your nail polish. It's a pretty pink," he said, holding my left hand and observing.
"Thanks," I replied. "I found a new nail polish brand at the drugstore for $6."
"Nice," he replied. "The pink is different from the blue on your toenails," he noted.
"Wow, I'm impressed that you noticed," I remarked.
"I notice a lot about you, especially when I miss you," he said sweetly.

I rarely have the same polish colour on my fingernails and toenails. It never works out that way.

I love that he is so observant and attentive.

Nail polish

I have been working with three students since May. The longest-serving one has been with me since January of this year.

The building management at work had a barbeque lunch for us on Thursday. I went with my students to fetch some food. It was good. I got a beef sandwich with greens, a corn and bean salad, a Diet Pepsi, and a fudge popsicle.

I had lunch with them, which I don't often do on a Thursday. It was good.

We all had manicures. We all had different colours of polish. My three students looked at my nails and thought that I went to the salon every week.

I give myself a manicure every Sunday. I have only been to a salon once this year, if I am not mistaken. They felt that my polish looked professionally done. It was a nice compliment.

My guy loves my nails. Perhaps I don't notice how much I take care of my nails. I'm glad that I do.

Back home -- sick, tired, and happy

On Sunday night, I returned safely home from my vacation. The flight was rather long. It wasn't the smoothest trip.

I didn't realize that you can't pack nail polish in your checked-in luggage in Shanghai. Sadly, I had to surrender three bottles of Formula X polish that I had brought with me. I just found out that this entire line of nail polish is being discontinued at Sephora. It's a bummer, for this polish works well for me. It stays on for a long period and I love the colours.

I also had a can of dry shampoo. Apparently, it is okay to pack that in your luggage. I also had a bottle of water with me. You can bring that through security. I don't get it, but what do I know?

For the first time, I left my passport at security after my carry-on belongings and I went through the scanners. I normally hold my passport in my hand, but the guy tossed it with my laptop. So, I didn't fetch it until five minutes later when I realized that I didn't have it with me.

I didn't sleep much on my fourteen-hour flight back. The three folks in front of me were constantly yakking for the first four hours. The guy in the same row, separated by the aisle, had his reading light on the entire time. I also flew back with a cold and an annoying, mucus-abundant cough, so that wasn't fun either.

And, yes, my flight was delayed by forty minutes. Customs in Toronto took forever. I managed to select one that was interrogating every little thing with folks who could not speak English and needed an interpreter. Wonderful!

When she got to me, my interaction with her took a minute. I didn't mind the wait, as I was sweating so much from dashing here and there that I needed to cool off.

I do like the express walkway. That helped a ton.

I took a limo taxi to my office. My car was still there after over two weeks.

When I was driving to my workplace to ultimately catch a taxi to the airport back then, a stone hit my windshield and chipped it. By the time I had arrived at my workplace, it was a good four-inch crack. On Sunday, it was much larger. It was a swirl. Sadly, I will need to get the entire windshield replaced. Ugh!

There is a silver lining, though. I went into the office after the taxi had driven to my car and had offloaded my luggage. On my desk, my guy had left two boxes of Turkish delight, which made everything better.

Sending a suggestive photo to make each other happy

My guy and I miss each other. The unfortunate part about our travels on Saturday is that we will miss each other by a few hours. My flight leaves at around 13:00. He arrives in the late afternoon.

"I can leave you some raspberry Turkish delight on your desk at work," he said, being his sweet self.
"That would be great. Thanks! Do you know where my desk is?" I asked him.
"No, just where your locker is," he replied.

I like that my guy listens carefully when I give him step-by-step directions to get somewhere. He's thoughtful, which is one of his many strengths.

He was also horny on Wednesday afternoon, as was I.

"My nail polish matches purple Woolly," I noted, with Woolly being his plush sheep that he gave me.
"I love when you have that nail polish on. It turns me on. I don't know why," he admitted.
"I can take a photo of my polish," I suggested.
"I would like that. It would also be nice if you could send me a suggestive phone of your gorgeous hands," he replied.

I don't normally send such photos to him, but decided to provide one of my supporting my left breast in my hand, with my hard nipple clearly appearing. He loved it.

We then went into phone sex. It's fun imagining what we'd like to do to each other.

We both came. It was good. We both needed it.

A compliment on my nail colour goes a long way

As crazy as work is these days, I find that the new folks that I have welcomed and trained recently bring a smile to my face when I least expect it.

I was in our regular team meeting on Thursday. I don't normally bring my laptop into these meetings because I don't like being distracted. However, I had another meeting after this one that required my pulling up information that I had prepared on my laptop.

My manager posed a question to me that he should have known the answer to. He had booked the meeting, for heaven's sake! So, I answered it and continued to listen to him.

A new writer (NW), whom I interviewed and helped train with one of my co-op students a few weeks ago, shot me an instant message. As of late, our corporate instant messaging systems causes me stress when folks pick my brains.

I enjoyed this brief exchange:

NW: Hi, Cutiebootie. I love your nail colour!
Me: Thanks, NW! I thought that I needed a bright colour to liven up our workplace. =)
NW: I agree

All it takes is a small compliment to make someone's day. I have a cheerful berry colour polish on my nails. She made this meeting far more bearable!

Nail polish + me = my guy getting a boner

I didn't see my guy online on our instant messaging program at work. I decided to text him. He texted back quickly.

He didn't see me at my desk yesterday morning. My entire team is working on the third floor for most of the week. My guy and I were co-ordinating when we'd have lunch. We finally got our plan into gear when I told my team that I had to go.

We met downstairs in the lobby and we walked over to his car. He pointed at the general vicinity of where he thought his car was. It's always scary.

We held hands as he drove us to our usual Chinese hangout. He looked at my lavender nail polish and liked it a lot. He squeezed my thigh as we approached the place.

There was a bit of a wait to get a table, but we eventually did get one. He sat across from me and smiled lovingly at me. He's sweet.

He held my hand across the table. I had capri pants on. He reached under the table to feel my exposed skin on my right leg.

My guy was horny. He told me that he was hard. He was actually touching himself. I told him that I could help him with that after lunch, which made him happy.

He's boyish and manly all rolled into one sweet human being. He had now dubbed my nail polish colour as being boner-inducing.

Making out on a loveseat and assuming the position

My guy came over to my hotel room to spend some quality time with me over a week ago. We sat on the couch, cuddled, and then made out.

He is an observant guy. He loved the peach nail polish that I had on. He admired my skirt that I was wearing. He also loved running his hand up and down my legs.

My guy loves my tummy. I am ticklish, so he gingerly placed his hand on it. It's a big step for me. He's great being so understanding.

He loves feeling my legs so much that he moved my right leg over his lap, which then rubbed up against his crotch. He then found my left breast, took it out of my bra, and sucked on my hard nipple. It felt so wonderful.

He made me orgasm twice. I loved it. I cuddled up afterwards and we talked.

"You know that you're a bad girl," he said to me in a loving way.
"No, that can't be true. You pleasured me. I must be good," I reasoned.
"You're still a bad girl in my eyes. Only I know how bad you are. You need to assume the position on the bed," he insisted.
"No, I don't want to," I whined playfully,
"Assume the position. After I am done with washing my hands, I expect you to be on the bed."

It's fun being with him. Always.

Picking up my guy and admiring how good he looks

On Friday, my guy called me at work and asked whether I'd like a late lunch with him. I enjoyed listening to his voice. I was game. He told me that he'd be at the office between 13:30 and 14:00. As expected, he was late and called me at 14:15.

I had to end my conversation with one of the intern students. My stomach and my guy were calling.

My guy told me that he had parked his car closest to the wall in the parking lot. He added that it was where I typically park when I fly off somewhere.

I went to my car and drove over to him. He had his blue suitcase and rolling computer bag in front of his car. He looked good with his cleanly shaved head and a huge smile on his face when our eyes met.

He loaded his suitcase into my car's trunk. I tried to help, but he gave me his usual just-stand-there-and-look-cute-because-you-need-to-protect-your-back look. I couldn't help but look at him lovingly. He looked incredibly good.

We got into my car and we drove off to our usual restaurant.

"You are okay with giving me a lift to the airport?" he asked me, as he simply assumed.
"Of course. It gives me more time to hold your hand and spend time with you," I said, placing my hand on his thigh.
"I love your red nail polish," he remarked.

I enjoy spending a bit of time with him before he heads off to his next travel destination.

Treehouse time before taking off (the plane, I mean)

After lunch, my guy wanted some quality time before we headed off to the airport. The downside is that my guy ends up being incredibly dopey when boarding his plane, which was the case a few months ago.

He didn't care. He was horny.

I drove us over to our usual place, which is a vacant parking lot. I parked my car and we got into the treehouse.

My guy held both hands around my right hand. He was loving and horny.

We kissed. It felt like ages since we passionately kissed. He caressed my breast and leg. I got to touch is face, which was smooth. I also got to caress his chest.

He unbuttoned my jean capri pants and pulled down my black panties with coloured polka dots. He fingered me until I came.

It felt wonderful reaching orgasm. We cuddled for a bit.

I then touched his lap. I ended up touching both his wallet and his erect cock in his pants.

I stroked his erect penis. He loved it so much, looking down at his jeans with my hand on it.

He couldn't take it anymore. He undid his belt, and pulled down his jeans and briefs. I got to give him a handjob.

"I like your hand around my cock. You have pretty hands," he remarked.
"It would be nice if my hand were to guide your hard member in my wet pussy," I replied.

It didn't take much. That comment alone made him cum all over my hand.

Yes, he was happy and lethargic. The next challenge was getting him to the airport and having him find his gate!

Red nail polish, hoverboards, and horniness

My guy and I were chatting at our usual restaurant for lunch on Friday. He looked at my hands.

"I love your nail polish colour," he said.
"Thanks. It's red, just for you."

My guy loves red nail polish. He loves my nails to begin with. He especially like when I break out the red polish. It turns him on.

I told him that he looked good. He was wearing a new shirt. It was grey and blue. He told me that I looked good, too.

We were then talking about hoverboards.

"The hovercraft toy that this place has may not be safe," I said, looking at an e-mail.
"How come?" he asked curiously.
"Some have been known to catch fire," I explained.
"That's not good," he remarked.
"No, we can't have crispy me after riding one," I reasoned.
"You are already yummy the way that you are," he said in his sweet way.

I could tell that he missed me and that he was getting horny. More about that in another post.

Cancelled flight and my shellac manicure

My guy sent me a quick e-mail on Saturday, telling me that his flight got cancelled. Instead, he is flying home on Sunday.

Flights do get cancelled from time to time. I have only experienced a flight cancellation once. My guy and I were to fly out of St. Louis on the same day. We were on different flights. His flight was fine. Mine got cancelled and I had to stay an extra night. It all worked out, although it would have been nice to have flown out with him on the same day.

My guy is sweet. He hoped that my weekend was going well. He also asked me about my shellac nail polish.

Last Sunday, I went to get a shellac manicure. It is the fourth one that I have ever had. It was an event with other folks, so we all got a discount.

I really liked the job that the woman did on my nails. The place guarantees that your manicure will not chip within seven days. I have just hit the seven-day mark and it is true!

My guy asked me whether my nail polish had chipped. He loves my nails and hands. He is probably the only guy that I know who does not get bored when I talk about painting my nails or getting a manicure.

I sent him a photo of my manicure last week. Yesterday, I sent him another photo. The only difference between the two photos is that my nails have grown a bit, as expected.

I hope that my guy arrives home safely today. He will likely get to see my intact shellac manicure this week.

Interviews, e-card, ramen, and nail polish

Last Friday was a pretty long day for me. I had to get up early to head to a university with my manager and interview prospective interns.

My manager had slept in late. He arrived twenty minutes late. I had arrived at the office parking lot at 7 am. I actually went into the building to fix myself a tea, came back out, got into my car, and reviewed my e-mail. I am that practical and surprisingly functional at that hour.

Long story short, but my manager hopped into my car at 7:35 am. I noticed that his car's headlights were on as I slowly pulled away, so we had to cycle back to his car. He got out and went back into this car to turn them off.

I am glad that I drove us there. He obviously wasn't fully awake. I also have a lead foot. I easily made up for lost time.

Anyway, I visited my guy's hometown. It has an excellent Japanese ramen restaurant. My manager and I loved the food there, which arrived quickly.

I told my guy about it. He was pleased that I had a good day. Of course, it would have been better with him there.

We exchanged Valentine's Day greetings. Since I have been with my guy, he always sends me an e-card for this occasion. He's sweet.

I ended up sending him a photo of my nail polish colour for the week. It's a nice blue on my fingernails.

Incidentally, one of the interviewees commented on how nice my nails looks. I had red polish on last week. My guy is right. My nails are nice, even to women!

Eating lunch, groping, and threatening to spank me - a good Monday!

My guy asked whether I wanted to do lunch. Of course! I wrote back to him on our corporate instant messaging application.

He was running a bit late at our agreed time of 12:30 pm. I indicated that I needed to be back at 2 pm for a meeting.

We both got out of separate elevators simultaneously, which was nice. We then walked over to his car. He found it, which was miraculous for a directionally challenged guy. He parked in the underground lot for the first time on a weekday.

He drove us to our usual Chinese restaurant. He held my hand and remarked how pretty the pink nail polish looked on my hand. I love holding his hand.

He parked and we walked over to the restaurant. We immediately placed our orders. We missed each other. My guy rubbed his leg against mine under the table. He told me that he wanted to kiss me badly. He's sweet.

We ate and chatted, and basically crammed everything into a 45-minute lunch. He paid for lunch and we promptly left the restaurant.

He groped my butt as we walked out. He told me that I was a bad girl and he'd deal with me later. I got turned on. We held hands walking to his car. We got in.

I got my guy some Belgian chocolate-covered ginger from Ottawa. He asked me to open the box. We both took one of the yummy goodies. So good!

My guy drove briefly. He quickly pulled into a side lot. We kissed. It was so sweet and nice.

We held hands. I rubbed his thigh, admiring how nice his new wool slacks felt.

Mondays should always be like this one.

Bon voyage with gifts and a handjob

I learn more about my guy each day. He never ceases to amaze me with what he does and feels.

My guy arrived in Toronto at 06:00 last Sunday. He took the redeye from Seattle. He told me that had the flight not been that early, he would have asked me to meet him. I wanted to, but that time is even too early for me to attempt to get myself to the airport.

Several hours later, my guy had a flight to catch at 16:30. He asked whether I'd like to meet him before his flight. Without any hesitation, I agreed.

My guy knows me too well. I am punctual. We had agreed to meet at 13:30. He called me as I was pulling into the parking lot at work. He was running a bit late, as he had to pick up some work-related manuals from Purolator. He told me not to worry and that he had bought me gifts that were waiting for me in in trolley (it's really a wooden locker).

The problem? I had my access badge to get into the building, but not my badge to get onto my office floor. Oh, well.

My guy arrived about fifteen minutes later. He parked his car next to mine. The delay allowed me to clean up the trunk area of my car. I smiled at him. He did the same.

He got into the passenger side of my car.

"May I kiss you?" he asked me.
"Don't you want to say hi?" I asked, as I caressed his smooth face.
"Kissing you is saying hi," he replied, kissing the palm of my hand.
"You shaved," I remarked, loving his smooth lips tenderly kissing my hand.

I caressed his head, running my fingers through his hair. I smiled.

"I love your new haircut. You look cute," he replied.
"Thanks. You look good, too."

We locked lips. It felt like ages since we did. I got to touch his chest, which felt wonderful. He looked at my hands and loved the peach nail polish that I had on.

"Did you want a lift to the airport?" I asked him. Normally, he takes a taxi.
"If it means that I can spend more time with you, yes," he replied.
"How much crap do you have to take with you?" I asked.
"A lot," he chuckled. "Let's get out of the car, so I can give you a proper hug."

My guy unloaded two suitcases, a box of manuals, and his computer bag into my car's trunk. At one point, he did so while holding my hand.

When he was done doing all the heavy lifting (he's very protective of me and doesn't want me to re-injure my back), he grabbed me close and hugged me.

A couple of weeks ago, I was sad about feeling like I was all alone. My guy remembered that.

"I want to let you know that you are always loved and wanted. I may be far away from you, but you matter to me. You are my sweetness."

We probably hugged for a good couple of minutes. It felt good. I felt reassured and loved. It was much needed!

My guy said that we should go upstairs so that I could collect my gifts. I told him that we didn't have time. My guy insisted. It would only take five minutes. He was right.

We kissed going up and down the elevator. He was the perfect gentleman in carrying my bag of goodies for me and loading them into my car.

To make things interesting, my guy was getting horny. We managed to squeeze some time in to give him a handjob. It's never a dull moment with him! My guy had missed touching his hard member. He came almost instantaneously.

We quickly cleaned up. I was so glad that I was driving.

We held hands, had a fun chat, and managed to get him to the airport at a decent time. He looked for a cart. I unloaded the two smallest items from my trunk. He came back and told me to look pretty. He insisted on doing all the heavy lifting. He called me a bad girl, which was good to hear again.

I wished him a safe flight. We hugged some more.

"I love your haircut. It's the perfect summer hairdo," he told me, as I headed to my car.
"I love your hairdo, too," I said, which made my dopey guy smile.