She’s been looking like a queen in a sailor’s dream

Mornin’, y’all. Happy Humpday. We’re up, the cats are doing cat things, and we’re consuming the regularly scheduled morning media and coffee.

I didn’t do much yesterday, only got all human and shit. I’m not going to blame it on anything I may have consumed, but I may have gone a little overboard with the makeup. I took some pics in the tub, until my Bluetooth butt-remote died. I’m hoping it’s only a dead battery. It made things soooooo much easier. If only I could find a tripod with a grip that can hold my phone without fighting with a case and pop socket, I’d be much happier. Just look at this tripod the wrong way and my phone pops out of the grippy shit. I can’t be worrying about my phone swan diving into the bath when I’m trying to hoe it up in the tub.

Shawshank and I bonded last night over him shaving my head. It’s been a few years since he’s done it for me. When he first left, I had been sporting an undercut, which was difficult to take care of alone. Every time I brought out the clippers, I would take off a chunk of hair that wasn’t supposed to be cut. Shaving it with a razor made mistakes less likely, but needed more frequent maintenance. I was pretty good about keeping the buzz cut tidy on my own, and stuck with that for a bit. However, I like having hair. I’ve been sort of growing stuff out since the end of the summer, only clipping the sides. Last night, he pulled out the clippers and buzzed the sides down to the skin. I’m rocking a pink mane right now. It’s amazing.

Today is humpday. I’m going to put on clothes and be an adult for the second day in a row. Shawshank has work. I didn’t get enough pics to upload a set, but maybe tomorrow I’ll have enough for something.

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