Happy Humpday, y’all. I’ve declared this the home stretch before my birthday this weekend. Birthday week? Perhaps. It’s all downhill to Sunday.
We vegged on the couch yesterday, watching the Murdaugh trial. I wasn’t expecting Shawshank to put it on and sit through the financials. He missed the majority of the stupidly boring parts while he went to check on work. By the time he came home, the witness was starting to wind up her snark, and shit was more interesting. He opened up my laptop and scrolled through a Reddit thread about the trail, reading conspiracy theories and comments praising the snarky witness.
We took a break in the afternoon. I put on some clothes and we went out to the secondhand shop. They were having a bag sale: $7/bag for clothes. I looked through the racks for anything that looked like I could make use of in the smut biz. Instead, I found two velvet dresses, a cute thermal shirt, and yet another Pyrex mixing bowl. I found a bodysuit made out of some sheer, glittery mesh, which ended up being the sole filth-related purchase of the day.
That’s ok. There’s some stuff coming in the mail this week.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with my day. I’ll watch the murdery business while I put on clothes and makeup. The weather reports say it might warm up to just above freezing, I should try to go outside and blow some stink off.
