Of Moose And Men
The Best Laid Plans Of Both Often Go Astray

Giving into the clothing store conspiracy, the husband and I went clothes shopping today, after overdue haircuts. Got some dress pants and a couple shirts for myself, so I’ll have some fresh options as we careen toward full time in-the-office schedules. He’s already mostly in the office full time (he works at a local university, in a student facing position, so he has to be there to deal with the kids), so it’s business as usual for him.

Tried Raising Canes for the first time, at the husband’s recommendation. Not bad, I’ll go again. I appreciated that it was one of the simplest fast food menus in existence – how many chicken fingers did you want, and the sides depended on that number. Easy. Not a bad business model, either. I can see why they’re so popular.

The husband and I do a Lego advent calendar each year, and as we were opening today’s door this morning I casually mentioned that I had heard that advent calendars were falling out of favor. He expressed some dismay, then I said, “Yeah, it seems their days are numbered.” 

Thankfully he didn’t hit me. 😉

And now, the fourth fifth decade begins.

(Well, not until 8-something tonight, but I figure the day is close enough.)

The best part about the day after your birthday is that you get to have cake for breakfast.

By special request, Moose’s Rules of Life:

1. Life is inherently ridiculous.
2. People are stupid.
3. Fat is flavor.
4. Of course I don’t fight fair; I’m an attorney.
5. Youth is fleeting, but immaturity can be forever.
6. The hotter the guy online, the further away he lives.

#2 is by far and away the most quoted of the rules (especially when I’m driving). #1 gets me through so many days working for the Federal government. #3 is more a truism than a rule, but it’s been there for a while now, so it’s stuck. #4 goes without saying. #5, well, it’s fun. And #6 is so, so, so, so, so, so true.

So there you have them, or at least what they are thus far.

Wishing you all a Happy Hogswatch.

Saturday I was told online that I was “pretty cute for an older guy”. (he was 19)

Yesterday I got carded at a restaurant when I ordered a beer.

These both amused me.

Dom/sub scenes frequently can border on the silly, which is why I don’t find myself indulging in them often (fighting the urge to giggle tends to kill the mood). But when the right sub (or Dom) comes along, how very hot they can be.

You know you work in a government office when you have to tape shut the peeling edge of your office door to keep the laminate covering from hitting the frame each time you close it.

BC seemed shocked when I told him, “Why yes, I do own that lovely red & black Nasty Pig jock that you sent me the link to, and it’s quite nice.” I think he thought he’d seen the entirety of my toy/play clothes collection. Silly man.