Good morning, world. It’s finally Friday. We’re up, the sun is out, the cats are doing cat things. I was just waking up when I felt a cat creeping up my legs. The creeping was slow and methodical, leading me to assume it was Pippin. My hypothesis proved true some time later, when Podrick showed up for a highly aggressive hand suckling.
We cuddled happily like that for a while, because Podrick was unaware Pippin was on the bed with us. By the time he noticed her, the sun was up. He snuggled behind Shawshank‘s leg for 3 minutes, then the chase was on. He started to get a little bit too orange, so I found Pippin, brought her into the bedroom, and locked Pod out.
I had more focus yesterday. I looked through one craft hoard for my tiny microphone, throwing out an old project and supplies that were taking up a lot of space. Unable to find the mic, I moved on to smut production. First, I recorded my attempt to crush a fortune cookie between my tits, then deliver next week’s fortune. I was successful, by which I mean the cookie cracked. I’d hoped for a dramatic crush, but whatevs. Then, since I was going to pee at some point anyway, I put a phone in the waterproof bag and peed.
See? That was two videos with zero effort. That’s prime content opportunities. And I got to eat a fortune cookie.
Shawshank has today off. He’s already been out to Shady Acres to handle something, paid the bills, and is now out to grab some stuff for dinner and gas up the truck. I’m not sure how human I need to be today, so I might put some underthings on.
