I've been enjoying a new pair of suspenders all day. Back in high school, I thought they looked really sexy on bearded men, so I started wearing them myself... which probably looked stupid on a 17-year-old with a not-quite-there-yet beard, especially what with the buffalo plaid, but I was happy. Several years later - probably about the time I fell in love with the Marmot - I guess I started to be too self-conscious and decided to phase out a lot of the faintly ridiculous bear wear I was so fond of.
Well, fuck that. I like this stuff. No fewer than four coworkers have sung me the Monty Python Lumberjack song today, and the way I'm feeling about myself is reflected in my exagerrated bumbling gait, loping around the office hallways like I'm on the lookout for the Canuck who ganked my Husqvarna. Silly? Yeah. But it's me.
