Brunch Day Monday is here again, and it’s a wet one. The skies are gray. It’s muggy. There are puddles outside. Actual liquid precipitation. We’re kicking it on the couch, drinking coffee, which should be absolutely no surprise to anyone by this point.
I spent much of yesterday in what I’ve begun to think of as my “fairy pants” and a bralette. “Don’t worry,” I told Shawshank. “I’ll put a shirt on before we go out. I won’t rock up to Shady Acres with my titties out.” And I did put a shirt on. However, pretty much as soon as we came home, I took the shirt off again. I’m only wearing a shirt this morning because I hate when my body sticks to myself. We don’t plan to leave the house today, so I don’t need to be human.
Mostly, we’re going to spend today on the couch. Shawshank will make brunch for us in a bit. There will be waffles for me and something more substantial for himself. I might make another attempt to sew a shirt at some point today, depending on my boredom and ambition levels.
