Good morning, y’all. It’s Tuesday again. TinyTown is gray and overcast. Both kitties are snuggled and purring, taking up far more of the couch than their little bodies should physically occupy. I don’t think I’ve heard Chaucer this purr-y in a while.
Yesterday discombobulated me. I put on makeup while Shawshank cooked a big lunch consisting of cheeseburgers and fries. The makeup took a back seat to the burgers at one point, before I went back to finish assuming a human form. By then I had a severe case of meat-stupidity, and I forgot to finish my face. Did I know this at the time? No, of course I fucking didn’t.
I frosted a cake for the spank bank. It’s the worst frosting job I’ve ever done. On the other hand, it was baked in a bundt pan, thus not really meant to be frosted. I also shot a small batch of pics, but haven’t finished editing enough to upload them yet; I literally just dropped the nun stuff into the vault this morning.
After the smutting, I fucked about until I decided to fire up a live stream. I kept looking at my phone’s screen and thinking something looks wrong…. where are your eyes? That’s when I finally realized I had not, in fact, finished my face. I somehow only did one little “triangle” of a wing on my right eye, nothing else. I forgot to actually line my lash-line; never even touched my left eye. No wonder my eyes looked non-existent in the stream. Surprisingly enough, I did manage to apply the mascara.
Shawshank‘s working tonight, so he’s making us a dinner of poutine and chicken nuggets. Later today, I’ll work on scheduling stuff. Initially, I planned to get clowny and stomp on the cake, but I’m thinking I’ll skip the clown stuff in lieu of scheduling and promo before an evening stream.
