Hello, world. We’ve got the whole family on the couch, except Podrick, who is stuffing his face again. We have South Carolina news on the TV today instead of Dateline repeats. The morning was mostly quiet. Podrick caused problems, and I told Shawshank to lock him out of the bedroom. I felt him get out of bed and shut the door. Five minutes later, a cat walked across us– Podrick had slipped in before the door closed completely. I moved a Squishmallow out of the way, and Pod hunkered down against me. When he had enough cuddling, I moved him into the hall.
Our Fridays were typical. Shawshank worked the closing shift, and I did my thing. I remembered to shut off my rotating hashtags before I loaded up Chaturbate, keeping the core combo in the room topic. My room definitely saw more consistent traffic. I wore one of the new nighties I picked up at the secondhand shop the other day. It was cute, and I look fabulous in that particular shade of green, but it was just a bit too snug on me. Not snug to the point where it was uncomfortable, but snug enough where I was noticeably happier when I swapped it for a Guns N Roses tank top halfway through.
We have the weekend off. Shawshank is making us charcuterie boards to enjoy while we watch the Royal Rumble this afternoon. We believe in Joe Hendry.
