sending huge hugs for you... 
I like this sentiment a lot.
I think we do live in the moment. What I write here is more of an internal conversation. With him, it's all about making him comfortable, making him smile. Touching him. Telling him what's going on with LitJust small talk, small moments that keep us connected.
Thanks again for the good thoughts and virtual hugs. Mr. cookie says it's all good.
Mr. cookie comes from the south where the spanish moss hangs in trees so thick - it's like being in another era.
The willow is beautiful. Almost fort like.
The Rules of Fort Badass:
1. Badasses don't play by your rules
2. Sunglasses are to always be worn, regardless of the time.
3. If something explodes, you are required to walk away from it in slow motion, and not look back.
4. " Two for flinching " is always in effect.
5. You do not talk about Fort Badass.
6. The only acceptable greeting or acknowledgement of another, is a quick, sharp, inclination of the head in their direction, which must be answered. ( This will continue as long as it has to. )
7. Entry will not be permitted to anyone who approaches wearing shorts and white socks with flip flops.
8. Every hour, on the hour, George Thorogood's " Bad to the Bone " will be played. Singing along and/or air guitar are required ( air drumming may be substituted ).
9. Every sentence spoken within the walls of Fort Badass, will end with the words," and shit." Example:" When I get home I want to take a scented bubble bath with candles, and shit."
If, at some point, an occupant violates any of these rules they will be ejected from the premises and punished severely. Punishment entails myself holding your arms behind your back while cookiecat stomps on your feet, MyNameIsNO and Farawyn give you simultaneous purple nurples, Stag of Oberon and Noemask perform synchronized wet willies, all while MastersDelight and Collar_N_Cuffs dump stale ZIMA on your head. Then... Fuck, I don't know... You'll slowly be fed feet first to Comsilience's cat.
The Rules of Fort Badass:
1. Badasses don't play by your rules
2. Sunglasses are to always be worn, regardless of the time.
3. If something explodes, you are required to walk away from it in slow motion, and not look back.
4. " Two for flinching " is always in effect.
5. You do not talk about Fort Badass.
6. The only acceptable greeting or acknowledgement of another, is a quick, sharp, inclination of the head in their direction, which must be answered. ( This will continue as long as it has to. )
7. Entry will not be permitted to anyone who approaches wearing shorts and white socks with flip flops.
8. Every hour, on the hour, George Thorogood's " Bad to the Bone " will be played. Singing along and/or air guitar is required ( air drumming may be substituted ).
9. Every sentence spoken within the walls of Fort Badass, will end with the words," and shit." Example:" When I get home I want to take a scented bubble bath with candles, and shit."
If, at some point, an occupant violates any of these rules they will be ejected from the premises and punished severely. Punishment entails myself holding your arms behind your back while cookiecat stomps on your feet, MyNameIsNO and Farawyn give you simultaneous purple nurples, Stag of Oberon and Noemask perform synchronized wet willies, all while MastersDelight and Collar_N_Cuffs dump stale ZIMA on your head. Then... Fuck, I don't know... You'll slowly be fed feet first to Consilience's cat.
Necro!
Great rules. Forts are good for us. Good for cookie.
One question... can I deliver said purple nurples with clothespins if the violators nipples are big enough to do so?
I would be disappointed if you didn't, and shit
OMG....
I totally love every bit of this Necro.
I only feel a little left out...guess I've been too scarce lately.
