Bear Droppings

That saying has been in my head since AC where there was an item in the charity auction; a jar of Jif peanut butter altered to read Yif. It contained 150% of the daily requirement of protein. *LOL*

This morning was a roll-down-the-windows-and-crank-the-stereo type morning. I was going to say, "I don't know why, but it just is," but I think I know the reason. Last night I had yiify chat after yiffy chat. It did this ol' bear's heart good to be surrounded by so many loving furiends. The evening ended with a long phone call from my albear. I kidded him that we were talking like 2 high school kids. Once again, it made the ol' bear happy. Nice cool temperatures for a change also made for good sleeping. I'm in such a good mood, I might actually get some work done today. *grin*

Oh! And a paw wave to saharalion, a fursuiter I met at CF in April. Once again, we had barely got to know each other when the con ended. We chat from time to time, and I hope to see him again in 2 weeks when I visit LA. Gotta do some suiting!

We had a pizza party at lunch today for a departing Summer hire. Two fellow office workers finally noticed my collar. They're both nice guys, but muy macho. They asked what it meant. They suggested that it was a B&D thing to which I told them, no. They pressed me for an answer, but since the room was crowded with people, I didn't feel like blurting out, "It signifies I'm furry!" I grinned and said, "Watch TLC next Tuesday." That made them more curious. Finally the person sitting next to me said, "Oh, let him eat his pizza!" She then whispered in my ear, "What's on next Tuesday?" So I explained furry to her. She thought it was cool! I invited her back to my desk to show her a photo of me with Stalking Cat. She thought it was great! A little while later, one of the questioning guys came back to my section to ask again about the collar. I flat-out told him it signifies I was a furry. Now don't get me wrong. I really like this guy, and he thinks I'm great because I do weird stuff, especially when I applied to be on "Survivor." He just couldn't grasp the furry concept. I showed him a picture of me in bearsuit. He still didn't get it. Finally another office mate came over and said, "It's role playing. You wear biker stuff when you ride your Harley, but you ain't no biker." The light went on. Oh! WOW! COOL! THAT'S WILD! *grin* Another person accepts furriness!