Release the hounds

I know that when my bra comes off that's the end of the day for me. I know it has a purpose but it bothers me. Its black and expensive and very supportive but fuck its annoying. So when it comes off no more venturing outside no more anything really. There is NO better feeling than walking through the door after a bad day and being home. In the place where I take makeup off and put on my fatty pants that hang off my hips if a breeze blows they fall. And my big oversized Death Bed Confessions Tshirt. Hair back, bra off, slippers on.
A hot cup of coffee made by my immortal beloved. And even if just for a few moments in time it is PEACE.

Then on to laundry cooking cleaning and of course tending to my woobie. Oh yea there is my 13 year old. But she is a teenager now so she just kind of takes up room as if she was a night stand or chair. On tumblr and her web comics. Occasionally she will participate in a joke at my expense. She has the same exact laugh that I have. And she looks like me too (I'm sorry pud) oh yea her nickname is Pud. She is super smart and damn funny she smells weird at times and eats everything. Her name is Faith and she was a little miracle. After being told I could not have children. Poof there she was. Even though my husband isn't her biological dad, he is her father since the moment she saw him. She has loved him ever since. They are both smartasses. And they are funny as hell together. Like Pinky and the Brain. We all dance around like idiots sometimes and it's not pretty but it's fun.

They are my cheerleaders yes even woobie. There to cheer me on no matter what. Even after a day of just wanting to run away or thinking my head might explode they are therapy. Faith on the love seat with all the food in the house infront of her. My immortal beloved on the right side of our couch woobie in the middle and me on the left watching some Big Bang Theory.
They are my peace, my comfy time, my home. Thanks guys.