First, I know that Parasympathetic Happenstance is a term I made up on the fly, trying to resolve one of those aphasia-like experiences a friend was having, where he knew there is a word to describe what was happening, but he just can’t find the right word. I had to throw it out there to him, then I looked it up and it actually does mean something. I do tend to get myself in trouble trying to use big words, but it is all in fun and my effort to connect on a
different adult level.
Anyway, last Friday the thing he was trying to describe happening to him, well it happened to me in a way. You know how I like to do “Finger Me Friday” every two weeks? Maybe you don’t because I’ve only done it twice now. And I don’t think I ever explained that I chose that name for it because all my pictures you can click through, and find a little more skin showing or something a little different. Get it, you use your finger to click the mouse on the picture, therefore you are fingering me on a Friday? … sigh.
So last Friday I was delaying publishing my Finger Me Friday post so I could do another edit, and hanging with my spring-breakers, but then I get a notification on my phone that the very lovely Hyacinth at A Dissolute Life Means had published a post deeming Friday to henceforth be named “Boobday”! Boobs are great and should be celebrated, awesome idea! But at that moment I had a rush of mixed emotions that led me to quickly delete my own post. You see, I really had wanted to open up the Finger Me Friday to everyone but I was so shy to do it until Friday’s post. Lesson learned, just do it if I want to and don’t wait until next week or the week after…
I should have (I can say now with certainty) just kept my post, linked back to hers, and called it a day. You should click that link above to go to her post if you haven’t already, it was delicious! I will join this week for March 29th’s Boobday.
So, on to my last Finger Me Friday post, a few days late:
I was in a chilly and blue kind of mood this past week, even though it was spring break for my kids and the surrounding student population. In an effort to get into a vacation happy mode, even though we were staying in town, I tried on a few dresses that I wore last summer. My problem with this dress is that I can’t wear a bra underneath. I see my boobs hanging lower, but maybe my nipples should be my focus:
Yes, it is a little chilly still to wear that dress, maybe in another month or two.
It is officially spring here and above the beautiful blooming bulbs and the wildflowers spreading like wildfires the orchards are already dropping their delicate petals. The beauty of them falling like snowflakes as the gusts of wind billow up the rows of old nut trees just takes my breath away. Every time I drive by the long rows of mystical trees, I dream of laying on a blanket in the middle and being covered in the petals as they fall. I imagine feeling them lightly tickle my face, get trapped in my hair, pool in my cleavage. It would feel like I’m being baptized in spring. I think it would make a lovely photo.
Even though I accept that this spring brings a chance to sprout regrowth I still strongly long for warmer weather. I want those days and nights where minimal clothes give comfort rather than causing me to run for the only bolt of sunlight in a park, or for the blanket after dark. But for now, I will stick with long-sleeve shirts:
Except you can’t really see this is long sleeve. Oh well, it is BOOBS!!!
Big tight hugs,