You had to be there…

Drink of choice: (Yes, its 1:30 in the afternoon. Cooking Thanksgiving dinner for daughters, wife and friends. I put my work in; I’ve earned this one). Chenin Blanc is the order of the day. Starting off with a lovely South African from the Badenhorst Family (I know which side of the Boer Wars they fought on). Moving on to the Loire Valley after that with a couple of promising Vouvrays.

This will have to be brief as I am cooking for 20, even though there are only 6 of us. If you know me, this makes perfect sense.

I do, however, want to memorialize an eventful day. I got up this morning, put on underwear and a light pad. Went to the store, I’ve been cooking non- stop and I still haven’t changed pads. But, there’s this. Today is the first day since June 21st that I have not worn a full fledged diaper. Until you’ve been through this, you cannot know what a true milestone this is. I’m wearing underwear. The white kind, made of cotton. I do not look like I’m wearing a codpiece. Because, for the first time in five months, I am not.

That’s all I have time for. If you’re not busy, please do come by. Dinner will be about 4ish. Come as you are. We have plenty.

Now I must go piss. Standing up. Just like the Big Boys do.

Its the little things.