Good evening all,
My name is Mrs Weatherby and Agnes to my friend unfortunately I spelt it wrong in my profile. I am not very use to using computers I prefer to darn my dear husbands socks. I have decided though that it is important to use the computer to get our message across as you may have gathered this blog supports Women against feminism yes that disguisting word women getting jobs other then be a servant to their husband and children. Women getting their own bank accounts and worst of all having ideas, their own may i add. yes it is a scary day and age this one but if you get joy from floor polish (sometimes i think it may be the smell), a sense of achievement from home schooling your children (even if it means at year 12 their reading level is that of a 8 year old) and nothing pleases you better then when your husband asks you to be quiet dear because this is men's business then this is the blog for you. god bless you.
Mrs Weatherby
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Hello dear Mrs Wetherby, it's so good of you to drop by. I do hope you are having a nice day. I baked a teacake for my husband this evening so he'd have a nice snack when he came home. But I can't feel too self-righteous - I'm afraid he wanted to go for a walk instead but I insisted he eat the cake (but you know what they say - the way to a man's heart is through his stomach - especially if you can't get a hammer to break the rib cage).
Oh I do apologise Mrs Weatherby, I spelt your name wrong. Do forgive me!
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Hello Mrs Weatherby,
You have already given me courage through this very excellent websitenet in a way unimaginable. Now before we all get flustered with excitement, because a flustered lady is never a good thing, in or out-doors (perish the thought), why anything could happen, especially if she was out in public and didn't have a silk sachel or vale over her head (perish the thought)! But I am digressing. What I meant to say was a very good neighbor of mine, as very much a lady as I am, mentioned your outreach to the disgraceful, wretched world we thankfully fortify ourselves from in our loving homes, with this rather lovely online site. Now please, I must go into more detail, as anybody's first thoughts would be that we were gossiping (perish the thought), or (as my husband likes remind me (thankfully) over a good, sensible disciplinary session) "collaborating against the golden goodwill of practical society and mankind in general" (perish the thought)! No, nothing of the sort (that's the damaging realm of evil, miniskirts and lesbians!(perish the thoughts)),as we were merely hanging out our loving husbands' laundry at the usual time each day (which is conveniently at the same time) and openly contemplating their return from their hard suffering days at work and further ways to please them upon their arrivals. That was when my generous friend shared her thoughts on self improvement and mentioned your site on the interwebsitenet and sparked my own courage for self improvement. It reminds me of the wonderful time, after an on-the-go disciplinary session, my husband lovingly took me to the bookstore and graciously pressed my face into the front of a cookbook of even more ways to cook porterhouse steak! He even bought it for me! Who would have thought there was more than two! (Don't worry ladies, the excess of exclamation marks is only the typed representation of my inner, and very much unflustered excitement) Well it sure showed me that day, (with the generous help of the second disciplinary session after getting home from the bookstore and removing my gorgeous silk sachel), that every month or so, you can learn something new that your husband didn't tell you, but always to his benefit (such a wonderful thing isn't it).
Well this is certainly one of those times, and with my husband's gracious help, and his gracious patience for my mental weaknesses (as we are only woman), plus his immensely generous attitude to waylay his tactical studies of his warcrafting program, I finally learnt the how to use the basic of the computer on the top of the desk and of course the very special interwebsitenet. I don't mean to cause shock or alarm but (now make sure you're seated ladies when you read what is next!) there are even illclad women on the internet too (perish the thought)! I don't mean to cause a negative atmosphere on this website (perish the thought), but I thought it was especially important to make a point of this as a warning for ALL our safety against such lesbionic abominations (perish the thought)and that of our husbands (cherish the thought! - That was a little humour about our natural and sometimes embarrassing pining for our husbands when they are away tirelessly earning the family income, the "cherish the thought part" I mean, just before this sentence. Hope you found it amusing but in an undisturbing and wholesome loving way. I thought it was nice and it made me smile). Why my husband continues to be a hero and continues learning this crafting program (sometimes as soon as he returns from work and well into the morning) with all those dreadful undressed women in it hovering around (perish the thought) I can hardly fathom! He is truly brave to bear it for the betterment of his learning. But I'm digressing again due to my female frailties, I'm sure you'll forgive me. But yes, once again thank you and all the best in the coming months with this websitenet. I must be going now. My husband called on the telephone from work and said sternly he'd need the computer ready with his program and me ready for another disciplinary session. I'm thankful that he never gives up instructing me on proper living and correction of errors, and his program must work wonders for his intellect as I can't even remember what I did wrong (such dreadful mental frailties we ladies suffer).
May your day be good to you and especially good to your husband.
Lots of care,
Mrs Spanksiepleasent
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