Slight regret

Normally my days routinely boring, often the most exciting thing is picking up some groceries like last Tuesday. Got wine, peanut butter, some Jalapenos for some dip I was making, milk, cat and dog food etc.

Friday I was scheduled to do some house / dog sitting for my son-in-law, but having a couple of hours to kill, I decided to check out some clothes at the local shopping center and have dinner in the food court.

I enjoyed a Yorkshire roast meal (potatoes, beef and lots of gravy).

This is where I found regret, regret that I didn't buy this lovely dress. I thought long and hard, but it turns out as I had thought it, I probably wouldn't go anywhere posh enough to wear such a dress.

This morning I went out and checked a beautiful winter sunrise and grabbed a coffee, while trying to rock this white knitted dress that was my daughters

Week off

I keep telling myself, I've had a week off work.

It means, while I haven't sat at my desk for 5 whole days, I've had to work harder than most weeks.

Lets see, built a garden shed for a friend, then at home, removed a house full of carpet, painted the trim, re-furbished a second hand kitchen unit and fitted it. One day I'll have a new house that doesn't require maintenance until after I've died of old age.

I should probably shave more often, but it's stating to be just another chore.

Twitterless

So I hadn't used my twitter account for about 6 weeks. Well I tried to log on and found the account was suspended, apparently an automatic program noticed something offensive, no idea what it saw. The nice people at twitter apologized and re-instated the account, but there's no history, no profile, it's just an empty nothingness after all these years of posting. Now I get stupid emails notifications about stuff I've never asked for. I've just put Twitter in the too hard basket, I don't have the years left to re-build the account.

Instead, I'm out enjoying myself doing real world stuff (mostly in boy mode) like repairing my car which had an engine warning light on. Also involved in yachting, it's fun having time on the water. Wife has me building some of her large projects and I have too rebuild a friends shed after mold started growing in it.

Still, managed to get out for a few coffees, about an hour shopping at Newmarket shopping center and had a dinner while I was there.

One of those nights

Wife decided that we will do our own dinners (she had a large lunch at work and wasn't planning on more food).

So I decided to go to Coffee Club for dinner. 

Wife asked "who?" and I replied Rachel.

She asks, "Why Rachel?"

I replied I find it more relaxing.

Dinner was okay, like a meal I would cook at home, but with someone else doing it for me.

Returning to my car, I noticed it was on an unusual lean - with a flat front tyre

Just what no lady wants.

Overseas purchases

So I finally decided to do a spend online.

My home made boobs are about 28 years old now. I started with a mannequin torso, molded the boobs I thought looked good, made a mold of them, then pored 180 degree C coloured foam into the mold. For the nipple I used to use hot glue, that made a great firm protrusion, but they never stuck to the foam for more than a few months so now I have purchased nipples, which also need re gluing every few months. 

Anyway -  time for an upgrade

My 3 inch heeled shoes are only about 5 years old, but very worn out and needing replacement

My catsuit has a zip on the back, very hard to get on or off, so I ordered one with a front zip.

Everything arrived on the same day, my new high heels were 27cm (43) and probably due to the narrowness, crippling and got consigned to the bin. My catsuit material was horrid and because of my height gave me a camel toe up to my belly button and is currently giving emotional support to my new shoes in the bin. I did ask my daughter if the Op Shops took size 43 ladies shoes, but she recommended they go in the bin.. The boobs, well the ones that arrived have a sticky back, for braless days (I don't remember sticky backing when purchasing, but what the heck). So I gave them a try out.

When I got home, I tried boobing my wife while she was in the shower, she comment that they were too far apart, so decided to re-configure them before having a 10am snack. The adhesive wasn't up to much from the start, so a tight top was essential

With all that said and done...

I prefer my 28 year old boobs (to stick on boobs) and normal clothes even if I'm a little crazy with hair colour 😁