Siddity in the City

My little box is almost completely furnished. In order of importance, I lack only a kitchen island or baker’s rack for additional preparation space, a bed frame, and some sort of housing for adult refreshments.
I’ve been considering alternatives to a store-bought headboard or frame for the bed: salvaged mantel, folding screen, extravagantly framed giclee […]

But I tell you what: It’s finally beginning to feel like summer and I would give my left batwing to find a place to have moules mariniere, pomme frites and Duvel on a patio in this town.
My Outdoor Drunken Debauchery Society needs a grand kick-off, and I can’t think of anything better’n that.

My fifteen-year-old brother has been invited to prom. To senior prom. By a senior.
I’m mortified. I had planned on having at least another, oh six months before having to have The Talk with him I was sure my parents would not have. And now this. Tomorrow. Tux and everything. FIFTEEN, DAMNIT!
So I just emailed […]

Took him a while, but he’s finally admitted what I suspected. Booty call!
That had been the original plan, but he fucked it all the way up.
I’m in a different place now. I had considered it when he popped up again last month, as a sort of sexual bonus round. I could have sex without increasing […]

I may be hella late on this, but it just MADE my Wednesday.
h/t Soviet (who is invite only, otherwise I’d link AND point out that he looks extra hottt in cinnamon and white linen. Oops, just did.).