Random Esquire

1.  I found Little Filthy in the bedroom with his head buried in my winter coat which I had lazily thrown to the floor in an effort to peel off layers.  I heard crunching noises and yelled, “Hey!”  He jerked out his head out of my coat pocket.  I leaned down and he licked me.  He smelled like menthol.  Yeah. He found a Halls cough drop. The other day, I brought in some groceries and set a bag down on the ground while I ran to grab more things from the hallway.  I returned to find Little Filthy muzzle-deep in a container of blueberries.  No good can come of this.

2. Besos and I have been dating nearly 3 months.  Okay, more like 7 months but I kicked and screamed the first 4 months so that doesn’t really count.  Having been around the block a few times, I’ve finally learned what everyone says over and over.  The big thing is communication.  So I proposed an idea to Besos and she readily agreed to it.  Basically, once a month, we have a very frank, 100% honest, 100% judgment free conversation on the state of affairs.  Good or bad.  General rule is that it doesn’t happen in bed because I couldn’t take her seriously with that grin always on her face.

bu-dum-bump. *rimshot*

3. I’m judging a contest for charity on Wednesday night.  The contestants?  Reality television ‘stars’.  So far, I know about 3 contestants – one each from The Bachelorette, Survivor, and Project Runway.  Not sure about the others.  Should be interesting.

4.  That reminds me…I stupidly agreed to be a contestant in a contest in February.  Doing what?  Mixing a cocktail.  It is going to be tragic.  But it is for charity so it’s the kind of tragedy I can get behind.