Rumors of this blog's death are mildly exaggerated. I had not realized just how long it had been. No promises this time around about writing regularly; I know better. So, let's hit the high points of the last six(!) months.
I left off talking about hair. I have worn Vanessa's short, black wig to all my meetings since June. I have quite a few pics, but just as this blog has lain fallow, so has my Flickr. I need to upload images and color correct them before I thrust them on an unsuspecting tiny audience. I love you ladies too much to inflict that kind of pain for my own vanity. They will appear soon, she promised.
I have not been to a meeting since September, due to my boy's band tournaments. They placed second in the state, btw. The upshot of that has been the absence of any dressing opportunities in the interim. That, my friends, is a major bummer. I have been distracting myself with Rock Band (made a new character named Bethany Peachfuz), and a lot of Netflix (mostly Walking Dead).
My boy now sleeps in a crudely modified corner of our basement, as my mother-in-law moved into his bedroom in early September. Quite an adjustment, as you can imagine. She plays her TV very loudly at all hours, has an ancient cat that likes to pee outside the litter box, and came with a beastly old Corgi that smells like sour milk on his best days. Strangely, I've come to like my MIL more than I had before. Very flawed, but she is grateful to us, and can be funny and charming.
Still, the stress of the preparing the house for her, and bringing her into the already crowded fold, was very stressful for me. Some time in July, I started taking the hair off my legs in the shower. The missus did not mention it, but I talked about it at our next counseling session. She had, of course, noticed, but she did not,and has not, complained about it. I think she understands the sacrifice I have made in welcoming her mother. Major husband points for me! I now shave my legs in the shower everyday, and I do not intend to return to the land of the hirsute gams ever again. That concession to my stress has gotten me through all this. Well, that, and doubling down on the underdressing.
Thanks to Calie and Rhiannon for pulling me back onto the writing bandwagon. I needed a swift kick in the ass. Pics soon!
Love you all,
Leslie
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5 hours ago
Sometimes help comes at just the right time doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteSaw Rhiannon's comment just before I found this post. Thank you ladies!
xx Halle
Good to hear an update from you Leslie. Hang in there girl!
ReplyDeleteWelcome back, Miss Leslie! So good to hear from you!!! Please don't be a stranger, OK?
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Cass
P.S. Music picks: Ryan Adams - S/T (one of his best!); Will Dailey: National Throat
Glad to see you blogging again! I have rather missed your style so I hope this post is the first of many more (but in your own time). Glad to hear that you have found some comfort and stress relief, and that your missus has made some compromises in your favour! Long may that continue.
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Joanna
Really really good to hear from you. Great to see you enjoying family life, but also to see you back in at least one blog. Every so often so we know you are ok is good. :o)
ReplyDeleteI've been laying off unhappily of late. But hair removal has remained a priority. I can't bear it either, but although I am mostly covered, it is light and fine and a combination of now 6 weekly visits to get bottom (I know! I could be a member of the Peachfuz family too!), back and top half of legs done. The bottom half of my legs only need doing every few weeks and the hair barely grows back in between. Other women would kill for that :o).
So good to hear from you - take care Mrs x
You're getting as bad as I am, girl, and you don't want to be THAT bad, so write, damit!
ReplyDeleteI hope your son doesn't feel abandoned, being relegated to the basement. If it were me, at that age, I probably would have enjoyed it. Plenty of spaces to hide feminine garments....