We are getting an new lair! This is very exciting business, especially when you consider the state of the current lair (falling apart) and the complete and utter shittiness of our 2 heinous neighbors (affectionately referred to as "Skunk Weed" and "Ghetto Blaster").
Of course all this "ZOMG! We're moving back to civilization" (we're kind of in BFE now) is tempered by the fact that I now have to go through 6 years of accumulated stuff and figure out what I like enough to want to move it and what is getting pitched or sold.
My stuff? That's easy. I don't get attached to things. I've boxed up SUV loads of stuff to sell. I have one single, solitary box of "important stuff" that I can't bear to part with thus far.
Cookie?
Cookie is a completely different story.
Cookie has 4 big boxes of nerf guns. He has 3 big boxes of "I'm going to make something out of these broken things" stuff. He has random odds and ends... All of which (so far) take up HALF OF THE SPARE BEDROOM.
Ugh. I'm gonna boop Cookie right over his silly, hoarding Man Head.
Which moves me along to the next point of business: Cookie's Dom Name.
I was snorting to myself over the online Domly Dom names on Fet.
Master Dark Lord
Lord Shadow Raven
Sir Evil Knight Snake Fang
You know, super serious "look at how dark and scary and strict and scary I am" sorts of names. So I pointed out to Cookie that "Cookie" wasn't exactly a Twue Domly Dom name and he should pick something that didn't bring shame to his submissive online. He pondered for a few minutes, gave me the look, and then announced:
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"My Dom name is Steve."
*sigh*
And, go figure, "Steve's" first Domly Dictate is that he should get TWO closets in the new lair for his useless do-dads, leaving me (and all of our joint home stuff, coats, shoes, clothes with a measly closet and a half).
BOOP!
