Check out my rubber egg pants!

Sent to me by the the wonderful Mrs Rosewarne and made of the squishiest, most tactile rubber all the way from Victoria in Oz. I haven't stopped touching and squeezing them since last night.

And this morning, I had boiled eggs in rubber egg pants
while wearing my rubber pants!

Could life get any fucking sweeter?
Or sweatier?

Thank you Mrs Rosewarne.
A new level of happy has entered the boldsans household.