Yay, it’s another morning! Praise be! Or not, whatevs. I don’t judge. We have a lovely sunny morning. The coffee is hot and very appreciated.
Yesterday wasn’t too bad. I was in a productive mood, and took advantage of it. After the vac-bot finished running, I did the human things. I felt particularly cute in some impulsively bought discount granny panties, so I set up the backdrop and shot some cheesecake pics.
Then I started some more work on the skirt-o-ties. When I had last left off, I was midway through sewing a piece when the bobbin’s thread ran out. I took that as my sign to finish that day; “that day” being sometime last week. Yesterday, I added three more panels to it, and it looks pretty good. I think I’ve worked out what I want to do for a waist and overall length. I estimate I’ll only need to add another 4-5 more ties, which I’ve already (mostly) picked out.
Shawshank came home for lunch, and we had leftover Thanksgiving dinner. Chaucer went absolutely apeshit. We give him treats all the time, but he knows Thanksgiving dinner is special. He was extra excited about the potential for turkey and stuffing.
While I had planned to spin poi, I felt like one of my ankles wasn’t going to play nice. I was feeling particularly dance-y while cleaning up the living room when I felt it twinge, so I decided to play things safer. Instead, I played Skyrim all afternoon, streaming the whole thing on TikTok while wearing a Teletubby onesie. Chaucer thought this was the single greatest thing since Thanksgiving leftovers for lunch, and camped in my lap for most of the time. I probably would have made more than $1.50 if I moved the cat and could be a proper foot-flirt.
I expect today will be similar. Same shit, different outfit. I have to take some Halloween-themed pics of me dressed as a slutty devil.
