Sundry Items

-- On the 46th day of Christmas, we finally took down our tree. I missed the fun, as I was at work. It is long past the time that the city would come around and pick up said tree. So, my creative wife used a handsaw to cut the tree into several pieces that would fit in the garbage can, much as one would a body that needed discrete disposal (or so I've heard). All this done under cover of darkness. The neighbors will never be any the wiser. Only our garbage man knows for sure.

-- Got my order of intimates from Soma last week. I use my therapist's office for delivery of feminine items, no explaining mysterious packages at home that way, and the kids won't make any accidental discoveries. Soma was having a huge sale. I got two lovely panties, a camisole, and a very nice bra for less than $35. I have been wearing the bra quite a bit, as it is a much better fit than previous acquisitions. I love looking down and seeing mounds there.

-- I have a newfound passion to practice makeup technique. I got the basics down some time ago, and merely do the same simple routine anytime that I dress fully. Now, though, I have acquired some nice brushes, and I'm eager to see what they will do for me. I have mineral foundation and eyeshadows that haven't been touched. No more tiny sponge eyeshadow applicators for this girl. Let the games begin.

-- I don't have any real evidence to back up my inkling, but I suspect that there will be no more intimacy until my leg hair returns. Epilating has been a godsend, making my legs seem freshly shaven for more than a week. I think that Mrs. L probably believes that I am shaving very frequently, based on the way my legs look. She still isn't privy to the existence of the epilator. I'm past the two week mark at the moment, and I'm just starting to notice the hair beneath my pantyhose. I have some hope that my hair has been permanently thinned, that my summer look will not be so hirsute this year. Growth is much slower and sparser. Love it!

Anyway, Mrs. L has not been at all nasty about any of this, but several opportunities for intimacy have been quietly bypassed. Nothing said, but also, alas, nothing done. With Valentine's Day this weekend, I have to wonder whether I should go the lingerie route. I did that last year, and it didn't get broken in for a couple months. Not relishing a repetition, or a wasted gift.