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What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived.
It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.
- Nelson Mandela

Sunday, May 27, 2018

draining week

All week I've worn my bra, a couple of lunches I've just had a loose weaved top to show off my bra as I'm undecided as to which gender, if any, I  want to belong to.

I made a commitment to having a girls brunch for today.
I did not expect my daughter to arrive home at 3 am with friends in tow, who then stayed up until 5.30 watching movies.
When we have visitors staying over I tend to get dressed and leave the house before sun up so as not to shock any of those staying over.
So waking up at 7 am with only a few hours of proper sleep, I wasn't really in a mood for anything other than staying in bed cuddling my wife. However I still managed to throw on some clothes and make up and leave the house, with eyes in sleep mode, in to the cold and rainy morning.


First off was coffee and read the paper (fairly standard Sunday ritual)

Visited the local shopping center, bought cake mix and eggs to make a birthday cake
Back in my car and an elderly Asian lady decides to do some early morning exercise in front of my car. I turned on my ignition and the radio started playing some good old country music. So now I have an elderly Asian lady doing exercise on cold damp morning, in the car park, to country music, so I stay and enjoyed the show until the music stops.
I tried on a few nice jumpers while at the shops but didn't bring enough money for such selfish spending (still got building work at home that needs money).

Finally (10 am) I got to have coffee and some cake with my girlfriend (I had hoped that I would have a regular social group of cross dressers by now - come on Auckland cross dressers, we need a social group that likes coffee outings)

Eventually I got home, still half asleep, and started making that birthday cake I mentioned earlier.
Well the electric mixer hasn't been used for a few months and a spider has entered it and laid lots of eggs - not the sort of eggs one normally wants in a cake mix, but with the vibration I soon had many hundreds of spider eggs in the mix. The mix and the mixer both got thrown away.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Rachel, sounds a lovely idea about a reqular coffee meeting. But for me, that would be very scarey indeed. I haven't yet ventured out dressed, but one day i hopefully will.

J