We were on the last leg of our journey home when Dan began teasing me about how much he’d let me get away with while on our vacation. I was skeptical but willing to play along since I was feeling fiesty and happy that we were almost home. I demanded to know just what I’d been doing that hadn’t been dealt with. According to him, there had been far too many unswatted wiggles so he planned to start counting them and deal with them when we got home.

I thought that was just too tempting and began wiggling in his face every chance I got. That is, until he got around to mentioning that he planned to deal with the wiggling count with the evil rubber spatula. By then I’d gotten up to about 18 wiggles. Eeeek!

How do I get myself into these situations? I was just feeling playful, I had no idea my bottom was in such dire peril. Dan was enjoying himself a little too much in my opinion and started referring to home as “Spatula Town.” He couldn’t wait to get home to Spatula Town and went on and on about how much fun we were going to have there. Hmph!

One of the funniest moments on the trip was when Dan realized he’d left his beloved rubber spatula at home by accident. Well, it was funny for me anyway. He practically looked heartbroken when he couldn’t find it. Luckily he had the new leather knot toy so all was not lost.

But now the vacation is over and we’re back in Spatula Town. I just need to find a way to distract him and keep him out of the kitchen so he forgets about the evil one for awhile. I had a plan but since it centered around me doing all the cooking and cleaning in there, it sort of fell apart. I’m still scheming though.

Unluckily I’m my own worst enemy. I *like* wiggling in his face and it’s taking all of my self control not to do it. Everytime I go past his chair, my bottom automatically goes into wiggle mode and I have to clinch my bottom and force myself to walk on by him. If I keep this up, he’s going to think I have something wrong with me. Especially since I’m walking around all stiff legged and pinched looking.

I think it may be time to get out of Spatula Town and go get some of my film developed. That should keep me out of harm’s way and spatula range for a little while anyway. Either way, I’ll have something new to report by tomorrow or something to show you.

Even if it is Spatula Town, it’s good to be home! Yay!