Happy Monday, y’all. It’s a cool morning. Pippin has formed a mushy loaf on Shawshank‘s lap, and Podrick is doing morning things. He’s annoyed that his fat ass can’t easily fit behind the couch anymore. I don’t know what time it was when he plunked himself down on me for a cuddle, but I accepted his furry assault.
Sunday was typical. Shawshank made brunch and puttered with some chores. I ate pancakes, he had eggs and hash browns. I skipped the makeup, because we weren’t going anywhere other than Shady Acres. After brunch, I pinned a bit on what my brain will only refer to as the “clown knickers”, then sewed that as well as part of my costume’s hat.
I played Skyrim at Shady Acres. Shawshank leaned over and looked at the Switch’s screen to see what I was doing just as I walked into a grove full of angry spriggans. “I’m punching fairies”, I told him. Then I tried to raid some forts, which was more difficult than expected. I was overwhelmed by guards a couple of times, I fell off a mountain at one point. Once, I was forced to reload after Lydia took some friendly fire.
Today will be another attempt at a longer “shift” with the smutcam. Since the app I stream through likes to hiccup after two hours, I could/should probably just break up a long shift into 2-hour chunks. I can stream in the afternoon, take a break for an hour to have dinner, then come back and do another 2-hour chunk. I should probably take some pics for the spank banks while I have all the shit set up.
