chiaThePet -> RE: Daily Rituals (9/27/2007 9:57:31 PM)
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i wake Her with a lovely bugle reveille, load Her into the wheel barrow for easy transporting to the hosing station, where i lovingly cleanse Her pastel skin and count and connect the goosebumps from the icy cold water, forming the varied constellations of the sky. Yes, She is a sight to behold. Then it's on to the wiglet pavilion where i choose a smart but functional cascade of synthetic fibers to adorn Her glorious smooth scalp, held in place by the tape of colorful bows from Christmas past. Then it's a fun filled game of "go fish" as we try to be the first to retrieve Her teeth from the effervescent rising pool of polident. Shouts of "I hooked a big molar, but it got away" fill the crisp morning air. From there, the excitment builds as we play pin the overalls on the Mistress, wonderful giggles fill the air amid Her cries of "ouch that smarts". Cherished moments indeed! She sits as royality on the throne, just inches from the tub, reading mesmerizing excerpts from Cinderella as i fit the recycled tire rubber sandals into place with a polished garden spade. i know i can, i know i can. Ready for the day, She spins happily about the room as i scamper to rescue falling mementos and quickly sweep away the sparkling shards of broken glass. Yes, it is once again a most beautiful day with Her grace. On to the kitchen, where we partake in the daily ritual of catch a chicken, get an egg, eat an omelette. She beams as i create little smiley faces out of ketchup atop Her eggo homemade waffles. Oh the magic of the morning! After the usual competition of breakfast plate frisbee against the dining room wall, it's off to hitch the little neighbor boys to the carriage for a jaunt into town. A close-out sale at BigLots the destination of our frenzied and quivering shouts of "Open, open, open". Toilet tissue, twelve double rolls for one dollar, it's as if God himself has visited us with fortune! Yes, AngelBeck, be filled with envy at the wonder which i have brought to your dreams. Heaven does exist, and exists only for Her. Angelic music fills the swirls of eternity as we dance among the whispering clouds. Soft steps interrupted only by the occasional thump of Her prosthetic leg falling in playful spins to the floor. It is a gift of unimaginable pleasure i share, for it is opportunity to fall to my knees before Her as i re-attach the balance of worlds. She is my everything, She is...thump....excuse me for a brief moment... my shining star amidst a dark and deary world. And we dance, captured in our ritual, the moments which make each day just a cut above the Price Is Right. She plays the theme song over and over, echoing in my devoted ears as She cracks the whip and shouts in laughter, "Come on down". So little AngelBeck, work hard, persevere in your love and devotion to Her, and these and many more rituals can be yours to behold. Each and every one become as the sweet breath of life.....thump.....excuse me just a moment....yes as the beat of the heart itself, anything for Her. chia* (the pet)
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