Friday, October 26th, is Boobday!

Hy tits banner in black and white v neck t shirt

I have a post I want to write called “2.66666” (you’ll see why later), but I have been running around like a chicken with her head cut off.  Pey’s extracurricular activities have had me so goddamned busy it’s nuts.

Plus I’ve gotten way more baby-time because my ex went on another vacation with his wife sans children (yeah me! but also: WHAT A DICK). Who knows?  Maybe I’ll write it tonight or this weekend.

The really big news is that I revealed myself to 3 whole new people (me + Hy) which brings the grand total to (I think) 5 humans on the planet who know me and have the URL.

In my attempt to open up and connect with people I’ve realized I have to actually try and the first step in all of this is to merge my two lives.

I warned them all that my boobs are everywhere and my writing is very explicit about my sex life, but they insisted they’d love to read (because they’ve always loved to read me in whatever form they could get it (mommy blog, MySpace, AngelFire??)).

I hyperventilated a little before I sent her the URL, but was equally excited that I could be this open with someone.  Framily means everything to me.

My pain has waned in the last few days and I chalk it up to 3 days in a row on the treadmill with lots of core work (“lots” = not a lot, actually).  My mood has lifted as a result and I’m feeling generally perkier.  Pain is like a fucking fog, man.  It saps you of everything.

I’m plotting ways to buy my plane ticket to London – I was *this* close this weekend, but I literally forgot.  I’ve raised $600 so far towards it.  I’ll be doing it this weekend so help me.

Ok, that’s the boring business side of things.

I’m still really happy with my last “real” post and Peter and I have plans for Saturday.  Regardless of him not being mine, I absolutely love spending time with him.  He’s good for my shriveled little soul and it’s a good amuse bouche for the real meal.  Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing.

Love you all.

Oh – and one more thing – I’m kicking around the idea of doing a podcast.  I’m told so many times in real life to write about my dating/sexual exploits because they’re so ridiculous. Apparently my friends find them amusing??

I’m thinking of formatting it like having a chat with a friend, but first literally drawing a word or a theme from a reader/follower that’s been submitted because I swear to god, you could stay “banana” and I’d have some kind of dating/sex story that would relate to it.

What do you guys think?  Who would want to chat with me and have it in a podcast?  All anonymous, of course.  It would just be one woman’s account of her dating experience plus her friends’ two cents/reactions/thoughts/own stories.

Anyhoo – just some thoughts I’ve been having.

Love you all – as always.

And if my real life friends are reading this, my boobs are about 4 inches down from this line.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you! Love you and welcome! I’m so happy you’re here!!

xx

Hy

Full Boobday Guidelines here.

One of two ways to participate:

1) either submit a pic to me via email (hyacinth.jones@hotmail.com) OR

2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.

Also, just as a reminder:

If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)

Tell me why you chose the photo you sent

And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!

My tits:

Sweater weather 🖤 Sort of.

NOT my tits:

My sweet Sandyyyyy.

It was Tuesday, BoyToy said “you know what that means

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It’s been nearly 1 year since SMN submitted a photo and I sure hope she submits more.
Hubby had more than a nibble the other night.
“Ow, that hurt fucker!”
“Well, your soaked panties say another thing.”