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By Little Sherri · Posted
I had a diaper dream this week, that I think was precipitated by an IRL experience (to use the acronym my kids throw around). I was out a couple of nights this week, for various reasons; one night was the usual pub "meeting of the minds", however both Dave & I were late getting there, and so we stayed late. It wasn't a heavy session - we all had to drive back - and, in fact, I somewhat uncharacteristically switched to soda water, because we'd decided to wait for the arrival of another buddy who was even later. But apparently I was well-hydrated, because I went to bed in a Mega Inspire+ that was dry when I turned the lights out; I didn't put it on until after I'd brushed my teeth... I always have a Pavlovian response to dental hygiene, for some reason. But when I woke up, it was notably wet, which is saying something, for a Super Diaper like that. I wet fairly frequently when I sleep, these days, but not prolifically. I then strapped myself into my office chair, and proceeded to not get up for any reason, from about 8 AM until 5 PM, with predictable further diaper involvement. I didn't even think about my diaper, as far as I can recall, because an Inspire+ is that kind of product, and also, I've been at this for a while now. So only when I got up from my chair, to head into the house, did it occur to me that what I was in was probably about ready to start looking at prearranged funerals. However, because I had another outing to attend, this one work-related, I wasn't intending for my nappy to take my day from cradle to grave, so to speak - I was going to exchange it for an Active Air, in any case. I had all of these thoughts, and many more, swirling in my head, as I casually walked into my house, pivoting towards the kitchen, to see what the status was on dinner, and whether or not I wanted to snag some, or just eat appetizers at the event. So, I was in my own world, when I walked straight in on my wife, and Victoria, our neighbour, having a planning symposium regarding next years gardening. Only then did it occur to me that below my business-casual golf shirt, I was wearing track pants that dated back to an earlier time, when I was a slimmer man, and one that didn't casually wear enormous diapers, with quite such abandon. It's one thing to get used to being around people who know you are wearing a diaper, abstractly - I have become fairly used to that, to the point that I don't really think about it, most of the time. However, moving the needle over to the part of the gauge that reads "knows I'm wearing a preposterously swollen diaper", changes the colour behind it, from green to at least yellow, if not red (and I do see the pun there...). I suppose she might have just assumed I was transporting some of the outdoor pillows in there, but I felt like Humpty Dumpty in my form-fitting trousers. I could feel my cheeks heating up, a response I am not good at suppressing, and my complexion is of no help - I was born to eventually breed melanomas. My wife, seemingly oblivious to my predicament, invited me in to look at their napkin sketch of what they would do where our gardens meet, next year. I said that I had to be heading out, shortly, for an event, but she said, "Oh, just have a quick look!" Not wanting to be impolite, nor draw further attention to my plight, I waddled over for a moment; they had story-boarded a proposal with images from Pinterest or something, which they had up on a laptop, but then hand-drawn where all of it would go, on graph paper. I nodded politely, knowing that I was not being asked to approve, or even comment, on anything - when the time came, half a year from now, I would be strictly the muscle. I said it all looked lovely, and then I made a fateful semantic error: "It looks great, thanks for sharing, but I really have to get changed..." I should have said, "going" or "ready to go" or whatever- that's what I meant to say, and I was deeply aware of the difference, in that moment - diapers don't go anywhere, and they don't get ready. But they are changed. The two women, both fiercely intelligent, immediately exchanged a look. I had a split second to decide if I was going to dive on the grenade, or slink away. So, I raised my eyebrows and said, "Ha ha, yes, I need to change in a couple of ways. My better half would probably argue, in many ways... in any case, I'm off, all the best with your landscape architecture, I look forward to seeing the final result!" And then I carried my bulbous self out of there, binned my 5 Lb. nappy, had a quick shower, and transformed into Work Event Sherri. That night, I had a dream, that I can only assume was seeded by the events of earlier in the evening, and perhaps due to a couple of Old Fashioned's consumed as well (I didn't drive); like most dreams, it was not confined in any way by logic. I was at the cottage of my childhood, except I was there with my wife, and I was an adult. I was wearing a diaper, and some kind of shirt - I wasn't in just the diaper. The shirt hung over it, but did not cover it convincingly. I don't know what kind it was, but it was bulky, and no decorative elements stand out. This is different, as an aside, than some of these dreams that I've had, where I could actually identify a model that I was wearing. Not this time. As a kid, I did wear diapers there, although almost entirely in bed - I was acutely aware of the cottaging convention of neighbours just stopping by, while out on hikes, and we did not have curtains or blinds. I didn't want to be standing at the fridge in droopy Pampers when someone walked by the lake side of the building, which was mostly glass. In the dream, I was standing, looking out a large, tall window on the side of the building that provided an oblique view of the lake, not quite as majestic as the front windows, but nice enough to be worth putting some extra glass there, when, unexpectedly, a large group of dogs starting filing by the window, accompanied by a couple of middle-aged women. The pack of dogs were meandering the way you would expect a flock of sheep to, rather than how dogs typically operate; kind of milling about and all going unhurriedly in the same direction, with occasional eddy currents at the edges, of individuals contemplating going the opposite way, only to turn and follow the others. Dogs would be more purposeful. I was taken aback, because that property was large, and private, as were all the others around it - other than the aforementioned neighbours coming by to say hello, you never just encountered someone walking around there, except on the road. I said as much to my wife, who was there with me, and she said, "How do you know that they're not new neighbours? Let's say hi!" I was then transported to standing on the deck at the back, speaking with them, while they explained that they thought they'd entered a park, and were looking for access to the lake. We said, "Well, no problem, walk down to the lake if you like, but this isn't a park - there is one around the other side..." At the same time, one of their "dogs", which was, in my mind's eye, a teal green llama-like thing, with soft feathers, but the size of a dog, was nuzzling my hand, and I was looking down at it, and only then did I become suddenly and extremely aware, that I had no pants on. However, nobody said anything, or looked at me remotely askance, over the fact that I was dressed like a vacationing toddler, and I started thinking about what I could say that would extricate me momentarily from the situation so that I could go put pants on, without being obvious about it. And then I woke up. -
By Joey_AB_DL · Posted
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Both Emily and Alice didn't eat the cookies, Emily wondering what was in them as she gently picked one up even though it was a little difficult with her hands in mittens and studied it. Alice on the other hand picked it gently and said, "Where's the milk you can't have cookies without milk that's the rules." Madison couldn't help but giggle when she heard that even though it was true. -
By rusty pins · Posted
Locally, $4.55 a gallon for 87 octane. I had to drive about 16 miles from home, every station there was $4.79 a gallon for 87 octane. -
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