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Hello, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

Your model for today was born in Chiba, Japan on April 23rd, 1988.  She stands 5 foot tall, 40x27x35″.  BANZAI!  Please wax on/wax off and say hello to Miss Saki Yanase!

 

MMM 324: Still unpacking

But all of my office is finally in my office.

Johnson reveal imminent.

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Hello keg-standers, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

 

Your model for today was born on November 3rd, 1987 in Chicago, Illinois. 5′ 8″ 37D-24-36 and 125 lbs, please don’t look back and say hello to Miss April Rose!

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Hello two for ones, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

 

 

Your model for today was floated by Jimbro, she is a talented pianist and composer, born July 3rd, 1985 in Tashkent, Uzbekistan. Please slow your roll and say hello to Miss Lola Astanova!

 

MMM 321: the perimeter

If I walk the edges of the giant rectangle that is my new yard — even cutting the corners to avoid brambles and lightly wooded areas, it’s a little over a half mile around.  That means if I wake up, go out and do chores, then walk the edges to check on things, I’ve got a half mile walk, and I didn’t even have to leave home to do it.  Do that 2-3 more times a day, and you’re starting to talk about a decent amount of exercise, plus the security of looking at all of that throughout the day, keeping an eye on potential problems or developments.  Going to try and make that part of the new routine.

Cobra pose.

MMM 317: Buying the farm

For the second time, no less.

Pretty hair.

MMM 316: Contingencies

Something was missing document-wise for my buyer’s buyers on Friday, so that closing is now happening today, supposedly.  We shall see.

Aaaaaalmost too racy for WP.

MMM 315: end DST

Because it was just starting to be light in the mornings when I got up, and now that’s shot to hell for a month at least.

What’s she looking at?

MMM 310: Shovelling in the dark

That’s what you do when you get 6″ of snow but have solo custody of a very small child the next day and you know you have to be able to drive to the store at some point.  Did that for just over an hour tonight (I’m writing Sunday night because I have to get up with the toddler in the morning for day 3).  Tired.  Time to put the pics in the post and then kill zombies for a while.

Her booty is well labelled.

Week 308: Stress

I got stress. Stress makes me overeat or make bad choices, or at least degrades my willpower to the point that I don’t have as an easy time keeping to the plan. Last week was also an experiment in shifting my eating window based on some “circadian rhythm” research that strongly suggests hormonal benefit to earlier eating rather than later eating, assuming one is eating in a time-restricted window. I did it for 7 days, and skipping dinner is much, much harder than skipping breakfast and lunch. I also closed on my construction loan last week (stressor) and had a pre-appeals-board meeting with County Health and Safety. Today I get to call the Department of Environmental Quality to schedule a site visit and talk about my driveway and the pond I’d like to dig. And I’m up 4# from last Monday, which, well, see the earlier part of this paragraph.

I have this same crucifix necklace, but I wear it on a steel chain.