Wednesday 13th June
So i'm at the mid-point of my week home alone. What have I accomplished?
I have wandered around the house naked and semi-clothed;
I put things in the recycling box out front wearing only vest and pants, with my modesty semi-preserved with my lacy wrap (so still could see my underwear);
I have spent entire days away from my computer watching TV clad in only my underwear;
I have watered the nascent garden in my underwear; (you can see underwear plays an important role here)
I have re-dyed my hair;
I have taken over the entire fridge;
I have burnt myself with hot rice;
I have had to hoover the kitchen floor and the cooker after a rice containment crisis;
I have tidied my room (!!!);
I have received hours of head and back massaging from MW#1...
Why he does it I don't know- I guess he likes the feel of me and enjoys making me squirm? All I can say is that massages and the man himself should probably be made illegal as I feel faaaar too good when he's done with me.
Yes, my clothes are all skew-iff and I can barely see through my newly voluminous avant-garde hair but through the mess there's always an exceptionally happy expression plastered across my face.
It's wrong that I get such enjoyment. Sigh.
