Almost a muddy mess, but femme time instead.
Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 10:22 pm
Well this happened end of last week 4 days ago, but better late the never I hope.
Well my male side was starting to get antsy and mind fried. So on Tuesday night I planned to talk to my wife about getting some Kim time as it had been awhile. Well normal nite for me, got home and starting doing some things and forgot about it. So Wednesday I call my wife from work and say I would like to talk about getting some femme time tonight. I am starting to learn to do this so I do not forget to do things or mostly talk to my wife about things.
Well got home and kids were not around much so we got to talk on and off. She wanted to know what I wanted to do. I said I would like a day of Kim time. She said ok, when? I said I was thinking about tomorrow and she said ok, but the kids will be around so I would need a place to change.
So that night I pack up what I need and my wife even helps me pick out an outfit to wear. Long gray skirt, flowered 3/4 sleeve top, belt,flats, opaque tights, black wig. And while getting ready for bed my wife even helps with some of the tweezing of my chest hairs. Those gray hairs are so hard to see.
Well up the next morning and put on what undergarments I can which is just tights and girdle with jeans and tee over. I throw a few last minute items in my bags. Before I can leave I have some errands to run and they take a bit longer than expected but I am soon off.
I decide to change on a side road that is out of the way and has little traffic except for farmers getting to their fields. Since I am running late I decide to take a short cut. A minimum maintenance road which I have been down a few times and it is always decent unless it has rained and we have not had rain for a month now. Well I am going along kind of planning my day when I realize that the irrigation up ahead I had seen is over spraying the road. Quick decision time. Slam on the brakes and slide into it and maybe the ditch or keep momentum and easy through it. It did not look that bad and I did not want to end up in the ditch so in I went. I instantly knew it was a mistake and I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.
I am now 4 wheeling in my front wheel drive van. I am instantly bogged down fish tailing and almost in the ditch a couple of times but I some how keep it going down the middle or at least close. Being from a farm background and been in mud many times I knew I did not want to stop. I also just get to the top of a small rise and realize the mud is much longer stretch than what it looked like. Instead of about 60 yards I am looking at over 200-300 yards of mud to get through. All I can see is me sitting there all day trying to get out and waiting for some one to get there and pull me out. But I am still moving and I keep it moving some how but not sure how it is still moving. There is mud flying up from both front tires hitting the sides and on to the roof and sides of the windshield. The tires are spinning but I am some how keeping enough momentum to keep moving. I try to stay focused on the road trying to keep it between the ditches and all I see out the sides is mud flying up. It has been like 20 years since I have been stupid enough to be in mud like this. At least before I was young, but now I should have known better.
Well I am not sure how I did it, but I some how got through it. I think I was lucky in that I went through the wettest mud first that was currently being over sprayed and the end had dried some by the time I was going through it. Well past the mud I stop the van and feel a huge relief and get out to check the van. WOW like mud. The wheel wells are packed and mud all over the van with a thick line of mud up the side from the front wheels. As I stand there I can hear the mud falling off. I look back and wonder how I made it through all that mud.
But enough of that, I have some femme time and it must be meant to be.
I get back in the van and head down the road and mud is flying off all over the road leaving a muddy trail. I get changed and get to the interstate. I get going down the ramp and when I get on to the interstate again mud is going every wear and fall off leaving a trail down the interstate quickly fading off but I hear mud falling off all the way to town.
Stop one I park the van and do a once over to check myself and then get out and close the door and PLOP. More mud. The van still looks like a hick vehicle. Oh well I am getting femme time who cares.
Well interestingly the rest of the day when I get back to the van after every stop there is more mud that has fallen off of the van. It is like I am leaving bread crumbs so I can find my way home. I am just glad that I was not still sitting on that road every time I came out and seen the mud.
Well my male side was starting to get antsy and mind fried. So on Tuesday night I planned to talk to my wife about getting some Kim time as it had been awhile. Well normal nite for me, got home and starting doing some things and forgot about it. So Wednesday I call my wife from work and say I would like to talk about getting some femme time tonight. I am starting to learn to do this so I do not forget to do things or mostly talk to my wife about things.
Well got home and kids were not around much so we got to talk on and off. She wanted to know what I wanted to do. I said I would like a day of Kim time. She said ok, when? I said I was thinking about tomorrow and she said ok, but the kids will be around so I would need a place to change.
So that night I pack up what I need and my wife even helps me pick out an outfit to wear. Long gray skirt, flowered 3/4 sleeve top, belt,flats, opaque tights, black wig. And while getting ready for bed my wife even helps with some of the tweezing of my chest hairs. Those gray hairs are so hard to see.
Well up the next morning and put on what undergarments I can which is just tights and girdle with jeans and tee over. I throw a few last minute items in my bags. Before I can leave I have some errands to run and they take a bit longer than expected but I am soon off.
I decide to change on a side road that is out of the way and has little traffic except for farmers getting to their fields. Since I am running late I decide to take a short cut. A minimum maintenance road which I have been down a few times and it is always decent unless it has rained and we have not had rain for a month now. Well I am going along kind of planning my day when I realize that the irrigation up ahead I had seen is over spraying the road. Quick decision time. Slam on the brakes and slide into it and maybe the ditch or keep momentum and easy through it. It did not look that bad and I did not want to end up in the ditch so in I went. I instantly knew it was a mistake and I should have been paying more attention to where I was going.
I am now 4 wheeling in my front wheel drive van. I am instantly bogged down fish tailing and almost in the ditch a couple of times but I some how keep it going down the middle or at least close. Being from a farm background and been in mud many times I knew I did not want to stop. I also just get to the top of a small rise and realize the mud is much longer stretch than what it looked like. Instead of about 60 yards I am looking at over 200-300 yards of mud to get through. All I can see is me sitting there all day trying to get out and waiting for some one to get there and pull me out. But I am still moving and I keep it moving some how but not sure how it is still moving. There is mud flying up from both front tires hitting the sides and on to the roof and sides of the windshield. The tires are spinning but I am some how keeping enough momentum to keep moving. I try to stay focused on the road trying to keep it between the ditches and all I see out the sides is mud flying up. It has been like 20 years since I have been stupid enough to be in mud like this. At least before I was young, but now I should have known better.
Well I am not sure how I did it, but I some how got through it. I think I was lucky in that I went through the wettest mud first that was currently being over sprayed and the end had dried some by the time I was going through it. Well past the mud I stop the van and feel a huge relief and get out to check the van. WOW like mud. The wheel wells are packed and mud all over the van with a thick line of mud up the side from the front wheels. As I stand there I can hear the mud falling off. I look back and wonder how I made it through all that mud.
But enough of that, I have some femme time and it must be meant to be.
I get back in the van and head down the road and mud is flying off all over the road leaving a muddy trail. I get changed and get to the interstate. I get going down the ramp and when I get on to the interstate again mud is going every wear and fall off leaving a trail down the interstate quickly fading off but I hear mud falling off all the way to town.
Stop one I park the van and do a once over to check myself and then get out and close the door and PLOP. More mud. The van still looks like a hick vehicle. Oh well I am getting femme time who cares.
Well interestingly the rest of the day when I get back to the van after every stop there is more mud that has fallen off of the van. It is like I am leaving bread crumbs so I can find my way home. I am just glad that I was not still sitting on that road every time I came out and seen the mud.
It's been vacant for quite a while and needs some cleaning . . . so do make sure to pack your maid's outfit, okay?!? 
Ooooh, good one, Connie!! 