Culinary Chubby, Eating Off Something, and Office Hucks.
1. I got a culinary chubby the other day. Here’s how it happened.
I walked down the hall toward my loft and smelled… Cake and bacon. Cake and bacon! I think that if I had smelled coffee, I might have flopped around on the ground.
2. There’s something satisfying about eating food *off* of something.
Like, ribs. Or corn on the cob. Or food on a stick. Whatever.
3. Instigator was in my office today and we were talking about a recent dinner out after which… we hugged each other. See, we’re co-workers. So we don’t hug each other – despite the fact that Instigator is my work girlfriend.
I asked Instigator, “Is that the first time we’ve hugged?”
Instigator stared at me. She said, “What?”
I repeated, “Is that the first time we’ve hugged?”
Her eyes got larger and she said, “WHAT?”
I said, “I asked if that is the first we have ever hugged each other.”
Instigator said, “Oh my God, I thought you asked if that was the first time we fucked.”
I burst out laughing and then I said it a few times outloud again and sure enough, it does sort of sound like I asked her if that was the first time we’d fucked.
I’ll see if HR calls me tomorrow.













Then off to the Green City Market for fresh vegetables. And fresh, hot apple cider donuts, eaten as we wandered. Then back to the loft where we made quick salads, boiled some fresh fingerling potatoes, steamed green beans and pan fried the red snapper. While all that was being prepared and cooking, I shucked oysters for the first time in my life. Quite a meal.



1. It’s been a nice weekend. Besos and I had a very nice dinner of French food with another couple on Saturday night. And we woke up this morning to a beautiful day in Chicago. Within moments of waking, we decided to walk to a nearby breakfast restaurant and eat outside. Here’s Little Filthy under the table hoping his sad faces will convince another diner to give him something to eat.
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.