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SO my feller’s brother lands in San Francisco tomorrow afternoon, and INTERNET, I’m nervous. This will be the first time meeting any of his family (though I have skyped with his parents a couple of times, and they’re lovely), and I’ve got a bit of a worry knot in my tummy. I mean, what if he hates me?! What if I hate him?! He can’t hate me! I’m likeable, DAMMIT! That’s just the way it is, people like me (except when they don’t, but that’s usually a flaw in their personality and has nothing to do with me). I’m funny (at least according to my mom and grandma)! And adorable! And … other things people like. At any rate, I’m well equipped to deal with the feller’s brother, BUT! BUT! BUT!

And I think the biggest issue for me is that I really don’t know what to expect. I don’t know much about the brother or how long he’ll actually be staying at our house as he plans on doing a lot of skiing in Tahoe while he’s here or how the jet lag will affect him and what hours he’ll keep while he’s here. I mean, will he be up at the crack of dawn? Will he be hanging out with into the wee hours of the morning with my man? Are we entertaining him while he’s here? How will I prevent accidental nekkidness? This is a real concern for me! I’m not so good with the wearing of clothes at home, especially not when I’m used to not having to worry about other people being exposed to my nekkidness. Or even when there are other people around! Like that one time my roommate wasn’t at work like she was supposed to be, and I stumbled into the kitchen TOTALLY BUTT NEKKID to feed the cats. Or when I would forget to close the bathroom door before starting to pee, and then I’d look up and she’d be staring at me from her bed (this happened an embarrassing number of times). I mean, let’s face it, he’s gonna see me in my bra, that’s a given, anyone who’s ever lived/stayed/been around me at home knows that AT SOME POINT, I will wander around the house topless, but I’m really going to have to focus on remembering to put clothes on before leaving my bedroom.

And LET ME JUST SAY, it’s a Good Thing he’s coming in January when it’s too damn cold for me to be anything less than fully clothed until bedtime. If he were visiting in June/July/August, all bets would be off.


Have you guys seen The Boob Emancipation Project? Umm…not really safe for work. The site’s run by three women who want promote womanly beauty in all it’s shapes. They post pictures of boobs (and asses on Wednesday!) of all shapes and sizes. I have TOTALLY submitted a couple of pictures for posting, naturally. And if they don’t get posted there, I’ll probably post them here because … well, why not? Is it weird that I’m not willing to talk about work specifics but I’m TOTALLY okay with having mostly naked pictures of me on the internet? I think it probably has something to do with the fact that my boobs are AMAZING, and everyone deserves to see boobs as awesome as mine. And most of Tucson already has.

And pussies, well, this part is TOTALLY about one of my cats. Sorry to disappoint.

My little butthead likes to park himself in front of the TV while I’m watching something. I can only assume that it’s warm? But he also STARES at the screen that half an inch from his face. I think I’m gonna work on teaching him “you’re a better door than you are a window” as the command to get the hell off my entertainment center.

He also has a weird fascination with watching me in the bathtub. All of my cats are curious about bathtimes, wondering, I suppose, about why someone would submerge themselves in so much water, but Bandito’s curiosity is different. He regularly sits on the toilet and watches me in the tub the entire time I’m in there. It’s enough to make a modest person blush. Not me, of course. One would think that he’d avoid the filled bathtub after he fell in that one time. It was totally hilarious but sad, poor guy.

In the past few years, I’ve grown increasingly comfortable not wearing any clothes around my home, which is a large part of why I was excited to move in by myself: NAKED ALL THE TIME (the other large reason for living alone? Not sharing a fridge). My favorite thing about the weekends, besides staying up late and sleeping in, is rolling out of bed and not putting clothes on until I’m ready to venture outside. Even when I had roommates, I regularly sat around in just my underwear or a pair of shorts if I was home alone. I’m fairly comfortable in my own skin and love not being confined or restricted by clothing, undergarments in particular. AND NOW I HAVE SCIENCE BACKING ME UP. SWEET.

Last night at the gym was Abs and Lower Body. The regular teacher was back, thank God. She is a HOOT. She’S in CRAAAAAZY shape; I’m pretty sure she wasn’t sweating or breathing hard by the end of class, and she was hopping around probably more than anyone else in there. And you know what? My legs are sore today! So are my abs! The class was a lot of hard work, but it was FUN, so I’m excited to try the Abs and Upper Body again with her as a teacher. I think I’ll hit those classes on Tuesday/Thursday, then run the rest of the week. And Yoga Monday after work, with this crazy little Hispanic lady who kind of looks like a bag lady but who knows her yoga.