Yesterday, wife, youngest and myself went out for a day trip to Raglan.
For 40 years, all I knew was they made reasonable coffee there, but I was sure there was more to the place, so we did the 2 hour drive.
What I found was a slice of paradise
The thing with New Zealand, where ever I seem to go, from the Bluff to the Cape, I always find a magical place within a short drive.
Anyway, this is meant to be a blog about cross dressing, and the fact that there's a Classic and European car show just up the road, with what looks like about 1,071 beautiful cars, is not going to distract me about telling you about my shit of a cold, sniffles all night, up at 5.30, dressed by 6 all the while using up a roll of toilet paper blowing my nose and taking drugs to help me get through the morning.
Coffee Number 1
I invested $5 on forms to give me a more feminine crotch, god knows why, but I think they work on about 30% of my pants, the rest of my pants show the upper cuts of the form.
Besides, I much prefer skirts
Coffee Number 2
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