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Another Tiny Tails. Actually managed to sleep in this one before a heavy wetting.

I found out that Rose's sells them in-store for $10/pack but online it can go anywhere from $5-20 including shipping.  

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I was out for a "drive" in a vintage model this week, hypermiling (diapermiling?) a Mermaid's Tale. It was one of the few remaining diapers in my drawer, and I didn't have the time or inclination to do a refill run to the basement, so I rolled with it, even though I have been trying to curtail frivolous consumption of them, because they are, sadly discontinued. Although now that I'm on the topic, I can't summon the circumstances under which it would be right to wear that particular high-capacity, flamboyant product, anymore than any other diaper I own... what exactly would one save it for? An ABDL convention? Maybe wear it the first time I go sky diving, in the off chance it might give the coroner a laugh?  The still-available, and equally-serviceable successor to the 'Tale is the BeDry Night Premium, an example of which, I am in now. I think you could mount an argument that if you had to exist with access to only one product, this might be the one that best fills the bill. It's maybe a bit bulky for daywear under all circumstances, particularly at the outside edge of its service life, but you can correct for that via your wardrobe. It's a dead-reliable nappy with the potential to carry you through the better part of a rotation of the earth; the one I'm currently in has been with me since about 1 AM, although I woke up dry, so its shift really kicked off at about 6:30 AM, which was 13 hours ago, and I am not in any danger of a leak, at this point. Given that I'm scheduled to putter around my house tonight, I'll probably wear it until I get ready for bed.  I'm thinking about a "one-diaper" universe, perhaps, because nobody is putting anything on sale right now, at least here in the soon-to-return-to-frozen North. Diaper purveyors seem more focused on not raising prices, than on lowering them - the days of BOGO or BTGO are in the past, I suspect.  I've watched my inventory dwindle while I've been preoccupied with work and travel, to the point where half of the space that used to be taken up by cartons of nappies, is now yawning for debris from other parts of the house, and don't think my wife hasn't noticed.  I still have probably a third of a year's supply, at my ~2-per-day average consumption rate, so I'm not in danger of running out, although I am perhaps in danger of ceding territory to off-season cushions, or whatever. My wife thought that I had way too many, and as far as she's concerned, would have me treating them like paper towels - you don't run out completely before you buy more, but you also don't stock 10 cases, representing 7 different kinds, generally.  As much as I love my printed diapers, I have seen my consumption drift from a 70/30 mix of printed to white, over to about the inverse of that. I guess this is proof that novelty wears off, but being in diapers never gets old, at least for me.  I'd meant to sit down and write something earlier, but I've been nose-to-the-grindstone for most of the last two weeks or so. I was travelling for work, although thankfully, with a rental car and a hotel room of my own, so I was able to operate with minimal stress, going about my days in Active Airs, and my nights in BeDry Nights, Inspire+'s, or the occasional Crinklz. Coming back from a week on the road, with my security protocols set to max, always results in a bit of a decompression, when I find myself, for the first time in several days, doing laundry in a diaper and a t-shirt, or wearing an unabashedly ABDL-scale diaper under comfort wear. It takes a day or two to get used to it. On the weekend, I engaged in a flooring project with a couple of buddies, at an unoccupied rental property; these particular friends are in the "knows something" club (one being Dave of Dave & Anne), however, I didn't know if anyone else might be there, so I wore a onesie under a larger t-shirt, to avoid waistline diaper excursions. However, it quickly became apparent that, first of all, we were the only people on the job, and second, that the air conditioning didn't work, and it became a bit humid in that space, which had one tiny window, through which the 23 C outside air made little difference. After some thought, I went up to the garage, where we were making some of the longer cuts, and I took my onesie off and tossed it into my car. The alternative would have been to doff the over-shirt, but the onesie was quite snug, which works fine for an undershirt, but is not the way I prefer to look - tight t-shirt days are behind me. So I exchanged that option for the possibility that someone might see a strip of something white, while I was crawling around on the floor. At least it wasn't pink unicorns.  The t-shirt I had overtop was generously sized, a bit long, and not having two layers on provided some immediate relief from the heat down there. I knew that diaper peekaboo's were not impossible, but also not guaranteed, either, and I was willing to make that tradeoff, in exchange for being less hot; if I'd been there by myself, I might have taken my jeans off, as well, although operating power tools in that state of undress does open one up to opportunities for meeting medical professionals under unexpected circumstances.  My wife was getting used to having the bedroom, and the attached bathroom, to herself, so she took umbrage to my "Occupying Wallstreet", as she called it, whenever our schedules coincided. "People in Pampers can wait for the bathroom," she noted dryly, on one occasion when I strode out. Although I was brushing my teeth - presumably, people in any kind of underpants would qualify equally for that type of access?  I have a couple of weeks' reprieve from work travel, before it starts up again, so I may have to bite the bullet, and just order some diapers, while I'm around to receive them, although I suppose there is a distant possibility that someone might put on a Black Friday or Cyber Monday sale. I could make it that far without restocking - I'd be out of Active Airs, probably, but would still have a good stock of BeDry's, some BeDry Nights, and a vast and random selection of printed one-offs to draw from. The trick is, if I order a few cases, I damned well better be home when they arrive, because nothing attracts the ire of my beloved, like a stack of bulky boxes on the porch that need to be lugged inside. I suppose she could just as well leave them there - they'd be out of the rain, if it rained, and the only person outside of our household who might see them, and guess what they were, would be the neighbour, whom she gleefully informed about my situation, in any case, so maybe I could then talk about the amazing sale I'd availed myself of, and get her onside regarding the wisdom of ordering a three-month supply. "I'm going to use them, right, Victoria? Inflation is only going in one direction..." 

Verse 1 Some folks love their fancy clothes, Some like boots and ties, But there’s a crew who found their style In something cozy-sized. No need to judge, no need to stare, They’re comfy as can be, Wrapped up in their favorite gear, Just living happily.   Chorus Diapers on, worries gone, Comfort rolling all night long, Laughing loud and feeling free, Just being who they want to be. Big or small, black, white, or gray, Wear what makes you smile each day, No shame, no fuss, no need to hide— Comfort’s got them satisfied!   Verse 2 Maybe it’s the softness, Maybe it’s the playful flair, Maybe it’s just feeling cozy Like a blanket everywhere. They’ve got their own little community, Their own way to unwind, And if it makes them happy, Why should anybody mind?   Chorus Diapers on, worries gone, Comfort rolling all night long, Laughing loud and feeling free, Just being who they want to be. Big or small, black, white, or gray, Wear what makes you smile each day, No shame, no fuss, no need to hide— Comfort’s got them satisfied!   Bridge So let the world keep rushing, They’ll take the slower lane, Finding joy in simple things Again and yet again. Everybody’s got their comfort, Everybody’s got their way— If it brings a little happiness, Let them have their day!   Final Chorus Diapers on, worries gone, Sing it out and carry on, No need for anyone to explain, Comfort doesn’t need a name. Wear what makes you feel alright, Through the morning, day, or night— Life is short, so smile and say: “I’m comfortable this way!”