Stealth Bloggin

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I am taking this prolonged absence of The Monarchs, and the fact that, for some strange reason, I actually remember her password from that last post, to perform an act of sabotage.

Oh yes, it's the time of the season for loving and my gift this fine winters day is the gift of posting. Because I just don't feel like posting on my own blog.

Way back when, when I was a wee spud myself, I had a fixation about blondes and The Monarch was the only blonde one in the family and I adored her. I still do, of course, but for much more tangible and respectable reasons.

Anyhoo, I remember playing the Air-Plane game where she'd lay on her back and put her feet on my belly (as I stood), then lift me up so she was supporting me on her feet and I could soar and pretend I was an airplane. For some reason, we thought it would be funny to stick our tongues out at each other and she'd bend her legs to lower me down and we'd touch tongue-tips. It grossed most people out and that is probably why we did it.

-Chair