TheGrimmRetails

I love letting out a large bowel movement in my diaper. And after doing this for well over thirty years I am a pro at the cleanup so it's really no problem for me. If anything, the clean up leaves me with a sense of euphoria over a job (no pun intended) well done. I can't help it, I absolutely love it.

I just did my "haul" video and I tried one on. I agree. I barely noticed anything smell wise so let's just hope the diaper is more impressive at absorbing pee and poop than it is at smelling like cotton candy.

The other two are Alpacas and Little Squirts. All three packages were only 110 dollars so I thought that was a pretty good deal. And since I'm wearing every day to work now I need to start preparing.

Three packages of diapers, all unique, all suggested by Amazon. Included in this purchase are the Cotton Candy scented diapers. I can't wait to smell those.

Not quite, although with some of the idiots I work with I might as well be the only one. There are some cashiers who seem to think the workplace is just a place to hang out and talk to their friends while they're getting paid.

I've taken the cashier position at Walmart and anyone who has worked a register knows how few and far between a bathroom break can be. The silver padded lining in all of this is that while I could never afford to go 24/7, I can definitely wear 40 hours a week.

And now, three nights in a row, I've had three separate diaper related dreams. In the second one, I was trying to convince my biological father to buy me better diapers but he would only buy me the Depends Real Fit pull ups. And the one I had last night involved Diaper Dynamo. He was doing one of his diaper reviews and I was there watching him wet his diapers. I talk to the guy on his discord and I haven't told him about this because I don't want to make him uncomfortable.

Last night I dreamed that I was on my way to a family gathering with my husband. My mother and sister were meeting us at a Starbucks with his niece, her husband, and their two boys. For some reason all I was wearing was a diaper and not only that, one of the tapes had broken and I was holding it up with one hand. As we got to the shop, I gathered enough wherewithal to realize I can't go in there like this. And my first instinct was to just not go in and to blow off the whole event but I knew I'd feel awful treating my family that way. So I said I would be back and I went to a store to try and buy a shirt and some sweatpants so I could at least be halfway decent for the visit. Even though I had my debit card on me, for some reason, none of the cashiers would sell me the clothes. The dream just kind of fades there.

Adding to the conversation, I've never had anyone catch me as such. If they noticed they didn't say anything. Although it is interesting when you're married to CNA how often the subject of diapers comes up in casual conversation. Before we were married, my husband introduced me to his cousin, who is a full nurse. Although they were joking she did mention, "Well, I could change your Depends." I am so surprised she didn't catch on to how quickly I perked up at the mention.

I do want to give this a try. My computer has been hit or miss with some games but if it can handle Endless Sky, I assume this shouldn't be too hard.

Pork chops, eggs, avacado on bagel, and coffee. It never fails me.