Finally, it's cooled off a little around here. You can actually spend some time outdoors without frying your brains and boiling your eyeballs. One day last week, Blue and I took advantage of a mild afternoon to try and catch up on some much needed yard work. Not that there was too much grass to cut anyway, the intense heat of summer and the draught has pretty much destroyed the landscaping. Weeds though, those suckers could survive Armageddon I guess. There's always trash blowing in that needs to be picked up, and the bushes sure could use a good trimming.
Blue was busy out front making some serious headway on those pesky weeds. I went to the shed to get the pruning shears. They hadn't been returned to their usual spot and I had to rummage around for them a little. I found the shears, but in the process, I came across something else. Something that had me thinking all kinds of wicked thoughts!
It was a super soaker! An old one that belonged to our son. He and his friends had many water battles in this very yard. If you've never seen a super soaker, think a water gun on steroids. They are much bigger and they use pressurized air to shoot the water out much harder and farther than you ever could with a regular water gun. You could get someone soaking wet from about 20 feet away. I looked it over, searching for cracks or obvious damage. It looked in good shape. I guess it had been pretty protected here in the dark shed. I was thinking I should at least see if it still worked, I mean, what's the harm in that?
After a quick peek around the corner to see if Blue was still occupied, and indeed he was, I hurried over to the hose to fill the gun. No leaks, yay! I pumped it up to pressurize it and let loose an experimental stream. Yep, it's working just fine! Do I dare??
Oh, h*** yeah! How could any self respecting cowgirl pass up such a golden opportunity to
Blue was really intent on his job and I was able to sneak up on him, no problem. I held the super soaker at the ready, just waiting for the perfect moment. I had a hard time not giggling, but I managed somehow. Finally, Blue started to rise and turn around. No doubt, wondering where I was.
I waited until he turned and faced me, his eyes widened when he spotted me and saw what I held at the ready in my hands. He started to say something, I didn't wait to hear it. I pulled the trigger and blasted him for all I was worth. Blue was drenched in short order, they don't call it super soaker for nothing! He ducked behind the nearest bush, sputtering and cussing. I pursued him laughing hysterically. I knew there would be hell to pay, but I was having way too much fun to be concerned about that!
Much too soon, the powerful stream of water became a weak drizzle. Uh oh! Blue noticed the drenching had slowed and started towards me with an evil smile. I tossed the soaker aside with a shriek and ran for my life! I heard Blue's pounding footsteps closing the gap between us and desperately tried to pick up my pace. I would have been able to run a least a little faster if I could have managed to stop laughing.
I managed to make it to the corner of the house before I was grabbed around the middle, swung around and lifted off my feet. Blue held me against his dripping wet shirt and laughed while I struggled to get free. He headed to the outdoor faucet with me in tow. The faucet with the garden hose attached.......He turned it on full blast! He held me kicking and screaming and laughing while he reeled in the hose. The closer the hose end got, the harder I fought to get away. The hose end that was streaming cold water. Blue asked if I really thought I would get away with my little prank. Nobody gets me wet without paying, he said.
Finally, the hose end reached Blue's other hand and I took my inevitable cold shower with much shrieking and complaining. Of course, in all the struggle, Blue got another good soaking right along with me. :)
Eventually, we picked ourselves up and headed to the house to change into some dry clothes. Turned out, we needed more than a change of clothes. Our arms and legs were speckled with dirt and bits of leaves and dead grass. I ran a nice warm shower and stepped in to rinse off.
Blue joined me in the shower, as I knew he would. He insisted that since I was the one who caused him to get dirty, I had to clean up my mess. I happily complied. After a little playful soapy fun, Blue turned me around to face the back wall of the shower. He took my hands and placed them on the wall near my head. The pose reminded me of the position you would assume for a cop to frisk you. Not that I have personal experience with that, but hey I do like to watch Cops.
Blue admonished me to keep my hands on the wall. He whispered in my ear, did you really think all you were going to get was a cold shower? Suddenly, Blue began spanking me with his hand. Hard and fast. It was very loud on wet skin and it really stung for the same reason. I've heard a little about wet spanking, but had never experienced one for myself. I gasped and half turned, but still kept my hands on the wall. Blue turned me back around and gave me several more hard swats as my reward for moving out of position. This time, I managed to both keep my hands on the wall and stand still. Blue was apparently satisfied by this and by the degree of redness he produced on my behind. The swats stopped and Blue found other, more fun uses for those big rough hands of his!
Guess the yard maintenance can wait for another day...........