A place called 'Smacking bottom'

This is what can happen when fatigue meets hormones. I hope I did not overdo it, though.

I have imagined what blogland would look like, if it were a place like any other on earth. At first I thought, well, maybe not really densely populated, maybe like a few farms in the countryside and surrounded by many fields and some woods, many birds and bees.

Then I started looking at the list of blogs that I alone do follow and thought 'there are many neighbours who you do not see as often as you should. Many neighbours.' So I thought it over and had this idea, maybe it is a place like the village of the smurfs, from tv or the cinema. A place full of harmony and many good ideas and the bloggers in it are very busy with so many different activities, online and offline.

I followed some of the links and immediately found that there are people everywhere who obviously are neighbours of my neighbours from blogland. Therefore blogland must be far bigger. It turned out that there are hundreds and thousands of blogs. Therefore blogland is huge. Maybe I only live in a small village, like 'Smacking bottom' or 'DD-ville' and not far away from 'CDD-grove' and far away are places with unknown people who do not speak the language of people from 'Smacking bottom'.

So, I took a few of my pretzel-sticks which I like to eat in the evening these days and thought that I should walk along the main street of 'Smacking bottom'. I saw lovely houses there, where lovely people live. There was one where a red-haired woman lived with her husband. She had a huge meadow with dandelions around her house and the house was close to the coast. They even had a beach where they'd go and he would go surfing while she enjoyed scrunching her toes into the warm sand and write slogans into it.

There was another house, where the owner and his wife had redecorated everything, from pastel colours to pink and a background in different shades of grey. You'd see that they are also always busy, coming and leaving the house, so that the spanking implements that are hanging everywhere are clattering against the walls. Even though, there are blue butterflies that feel attracted to the house enormously. An old hat has been left at the veranda, not far away from a group of hearts and a beautiful bunch of white flowers.

I went on and had to pass a few houses which were at the bottom of a group of hills, and on top of it there lived a nice head of household who is married to a wife who obviously likes bright red skirts. He is very sympathetic and although he says he is American and he also admits that Canadians are better at hockey, I assume that is just a ruse to distract from the fact that his house must surely be on the Canadian side of the border, because he is as friendly as Canadians are said to be, eh ;) (Nothing against Americans, please, just teasing a HoH here).

On I went and passed by a community building, all in blue. It was located close to the beach, too, with wonderful blue water and two lovers walking along the beach. They must be two of those group of people who either lived in the community building most of the time or now and then. It was a happy and friendly group of people who lived there and you could hear American, English, Australian, Canadian and many other accents. 

There are so many buildings here, and I don't know half of the nice people here as well as I'd love to. There is a house with pheasant feathers all over the place. Another one was obviously built by faeries. Some houses here are plain white with little colour, some others are green or red. You'll find all kind of nice and cozy places in 'Smacking bottom'. 

I think many do not even know that I kept peeping into their places, because I never said hello to them. Well, I'll try to be better, but a nice stroll through 'Smacking bottom' can really take a lot of time, I tell you. So many visits and only a little time, how sad. I'd love to spend more time here, just because of all the things going on.

Can you imagine how exciting it is, when you go along the street and suddenly you hear a HoH lecturing his wife? Well, what does he say? Oh, sounds all familiar. Ah, overspending? Oh, procrastinating? Oh no, being bratty? Then you can hear the familiar sounds of setting the records straight, then there is reunion and happiness and lots of understanding and love.

I think 'Smacking bottom' is a very good place to live in. You can come and go whenever you want, meet, talk, laugh, find sympathy and support and much more.

Since it had become late, I went back home, through a dark green forest, but it is very idyllic there, like everywhere in 'Smacking bottom'. I opened the door and thought, 'I love this nice village with all the friendly and warm-hearted people in it. They are very caring and open-minded. And now I'd love to have a huge and fresh cucumber...on my washing machine Hank' :) 

(I cannot stop myself in these moments, it's impossible for me - it's the hormones:)  )

I have learned that March is question month in blogland. So if you have questions, feel free to ask and I'll do my best to answer.