You know, people all over the USA believe that we live in igloos and they're not far off. We live in houses here in Vancouver, but dammit, I'm still donning a fucking parka.
There are ominous clouds outside that look like they're preparing for the climax of a Stephen King novel.
My bitch of a back told me the black billows of 'brrr!' were rolling in without me even needing to open my eyes this morning.
Lord knows I won't be doing anything for The Great DR Purge today.
However, I did get a lot done yesterday.
We're going through things and getting rid of stuff. I'm also finding little gifts to give away as I come across my nice things that people may want.
As Papi and I were going through the jungle of shelves he has, we were re-arranging things to be more organized.
Well, I was trying to organize. Papi was just interested in being a Tranny Terrorist for the day.
"What do you want me to do with your tampons?"
I'd prefer if he'd just leave them where they were, but quite quickly after asking his question, he answered it for me. "I'll just put them on my penis shelf."
All I could do was calmly negate his offer, "Sure sweety, because that's the first place I'd go looking for them."
... seriously?!?! leave those fuckers where i had them!! ...
The last thing I need is to be wading through penes to find what I need to put up that hole in that monthly emergency.
Or in my case, my every 3 weeks emergency. How the fuck did I wind up with a body that likes to torment me so often?!?!??!
... sorry if that was tmi for ya boys ...
Anyway, one of the reasons the penes were out to play is because Papi is going away for a week to his sister's wedding in Mexico.
Remember that happy dance?
Anyway, he's going to be a needing to get his PeeCock action going again, because he has to pass as a bio-male when he gets into that male washroom amongst the drunken college boys in Mexico.
It's time to practise once more.
I've got the handy dandy clean up wipes ready for action for when the bathroom gets messy again!
My love is out of practise since all the surgery hell begun.
He's afraid that he'll make a mess all over himself in the washrooms at the resort.
There's a simple way to deal with that and I told him, "If you make a mess, just jump back into the ocean!"
Besides, at resorts, people are half cut by noon anyway. As if they'll even notice a little leak here and there. They'll be too busy waiting for the bar to open.
My love was packing to get ready for his week of R&R last night. He's not even leaving for another 2 weeks.
Anyway, seeing my love get up and move around for his exciting week away from reality was lovely.
I spend every second I can with Papi while he's up. He is still sleeping so much from the pain, healing and depression, that I miss him, even though I can look at him while he sleeps.
He's now working on his diet, because he's found out he has food allergies.
I'm working double time to try to find foods that I can make for my my love to keep him on the upswing and eating properly for his new regimen.
Apparently, I did well with the gluten-free, dairy and egg free banana bread I made him.
I'm thinking his little burst of energy this week was because he took those nasty foods out of his system.
I'll keep you posted on that one I'm sure.
Because we all know I love to talk about food.
i am healthy since my practises are healthy