Little Things That Mean A Lot 🕯️

BREAD!

Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies

Smell of the ocean

Cottontail rabbits

and freshly baked breath.

Smoking a big fat blunt gives you freshly baked breath, OP.

Preaching to the converted there, dear R3!

Donald's micropenis, which still managed to fuck up the entire planet.

I got a friend back. Now I have one again.

And my state just legalized recreational weed, so OP, there is indeed such a thing as freshly baked breath.

Stretching out on the couch with your dog.

Your health and the health of your loved ones.

The look in my dog's face every morning when I wake up

Freshly baked dog breath.

Sudden guffaws like the one you gave me, OP, with the typo. I read the weed thread earlier, and it made complete sense.

Holding up the top blanket of two fuzzy blankets so my cat can burrow underneath and knead to her heart's content.

A holiday on a Friday, like the one we just had. Monday always feels like Monday to me, even when I'm off. And then Tuesday becomes a second Monday. But Friday. It's just like a long, slow, delicious slide into the weekend.

The reliably petty bitchiness of the DL.

this is a dumb one- I live in Vermont so out of season vegetables can be iffy and having things in stock since covid even iffier. I went to the grocery last night and they had just stocked, that evening, their produce section with super fresh, not too distantly grown produce- they had EVERYTHING except radishes. it felt like heaven.

Someone to come home to, or not.

Double Yoke Eggs.

It's yolk, not Yoke.

The smell of roasting green chiles outside supermarkets during fall in New Mexico

The smell of rain in the desert

Right you are, R15. I knew that, of course. Please don't hold it against me.

Visual of r16:

rain on the roof lulling you to sleep

a goodnight kiss with your sweetie

a hot cup of Peet's dark roast

lemon butter salmon

a small DQ cone dipped in chocolate

"Freshly baked breath" is one of the best mistakes that make absolute sense. Right up there with "Goodbye to my fiends here at Datalounge" penned by the beloved Joe.

A rainy Sunday afternoon puttering, doing laundry, making a pot of soup with a Law and Order SVU Marathon on in the background - the Stephanie March years.

Well-cooked Possum stew.

The smell of wet long johns drying in the bedroom.

The Golden Orb almost disappearing behind the interlacing fingers of the hawthorn.

Breath roasting in a pot belly stove.

The absolute quiet in the very early morning, with only the birds singing their songs.

A bite of chocolate after a savoury dish.

Going to sleep in a freshly made bed.

That feeling when you finally understand something.

Whiskers on kittens and warm woolen mittens.

My Russian Blue kitty cat.

The fiery glow of orange and red maple leaves with the sun setting them afire. Also, the crisp smell of Autumn all around.

15 bean soup with rainbow carrots, celery, chard and fresh rosemary from our property simmering away on the stovetop.

The smell of fresh baked cornbreath w/parmesan sprinkled on top.

My elderly pug snoozing, all tuckered out from his time at the park (he's got severe hip issues now at 13 and can only walk for a short amount of time before his hind legs start dragging).

The excitement of planting pansies outside my door for winter color.

Feeling at peace for the first time in a very long time.

^^Realizing my first sentence was somewhat redundant.

Oh well, I REALLY love the colors of maple leaves changing for the fall and miss the East Coast so much!

OP does freshly baked breath come from the local Koffieshop?

Because I'd like some alstublieft.

Bed blankets on the deck railings in the cold breezy air while put fresh sheets and pillowcases on my bed and pillows.

Being rimmed by my latest Mandingo-for-hire!

Orange olive oil cat-hair cake and the little plastic baggies I use for its dispersal.

Small-town life.

A fireplace, comfortable hearth rug, plenty of firewood, and a partner who enjoys cuddling and enjoying the fire with you.

Potato chips.

A hot shower on a cold winter's morning.

When you think about how so many people in the world don't even have running water, it puts things into perspective.

Sneaking a few spoonfuls of melted ice cream from the top of the carton when you get home from the grocery store.

Saying I look nice when I'm not.

the hot, straight guy throwing u a bone, & let u suck him

Silly daydreams you never tell to anyone else, and secret jokes only you get.

Waking up actually rested after a good nights sleep and not having to get up immediately.

Trying out a new recipe and it coming out great.

Smelling nice after a shower

The city at dusk...people leaving work, rushing home, or to get the groceries for the night, etc, as the sun sets against the skyscrapers.

On a cold morning such as today:

My stash of indoor/lounge hoodies from the Gap

A cup of Bigelow Constant Comment tea w/ a tsp of honey

My living room throw - I bought at Lands’s End and another at The Company Store

Bright sunshine ☀️ even though it’s cold

Seeing my dachshund soak up the sun inside with only my front glass storm door

A good dick.

A good, sound...7 to 8 hours sleep.

Mornings....when you don't have to work or go anywhere. You have a leisurely breakfast with coffee...watch the news, morning shows, or a good movie. Curled up on the couch. Going online to watch updated YouTube videos that you subscribe....and reading DL. I love the mornings.

R42 Agree. And sweet memories of lock down, working from home period.

A big dump after a meal

I like waking up early in the morning....around 5 to 5:30 am. I do that now that I'm retired. The mornings last longer and you can get stuff done around the house...and be done by 7 to enjoy the rest of the AM.

When do you go to bed then R45?

I can fall asleep by by 9. Sometimes I stay up later...but then, I get up later...lol.

Bright copper kettles, warm woolen mittens.

When I’m not in pain I get up at 6 am

It's easier to get up that early in the summer....when the sun rises much earlier. In the winter, it's dark.

Going to bed after Wheel

Feeling Cosmo jump up on the bed in the wee hours and get comfortable leaning against my foot or leg.

When Cos, for no apparent reason, decides to sit on my lap. He hates being picked up or held so this means a lot.

Watching him sleeping in the sun on his back with his paws spread in all 4 directions.

Yes, I love my cat.

Getting beautifully wrapped, expensive gifts.

My parrot's warm, dusty, feathery smell and softness when she falls asleep pressed up against my neck or cheek

Agree with the leisurely morning posts: perusing the web, checking email, drinking Peet's dark roast, watching You Tubes... not having to go anywhere but knowing you could...

Finally being able to use candles again because it's not 90 something here in LA

Enjoying the cool evenings and mornings and having to use a warm robe or hoodie

The sound of the rain (rare) when I'm in bed (rarer) and don't have to get up and work (extremely rare). = COZE DOWN TIME!

Not hearing automatic weapons being discharged in the distance.

Listening to the smooth sounds of Kitty Kallen on the stereo.

Enjoying a warm glass of good brandy.

Lounging in my boudoir while draped in a black satin teddy, the softest full length chinchilla & 5 inch Frederick's Of Hollywood mules.

Cleaning up all the "evidence" before that bitch Kris and her brats come home!!!

I love rainy and snowy days....very cozy, with the protection of your home.

Grey, moody days in summer when the trees are green.

Bright, sunny days in winter when all the leaves are gone.

Feeling seen and/or appreciated, for whatever reason or no reason.

Discovering an old band or artist new to you, with a huge catalogue to dive into.

A good espresso.

Becoming engrossed in a page-turning book.

Jacking off to onlyfan masters feet videos

BM

When I work occasionally in Atlanta or Wilmington, NC, I used to go on runs and explore the area (I do that in all cities I visit). The little kids in the neighborhoods would high-five me as I run by. It's super charming, and really an energy booster. Kids don't do that anywhere else I run

And like others, a purring cat in your lap.

[QUOTE] Freshly baked breath

I want one. My breath is quite stale especially in the morning.

The type of sleep that's dreamless, where you don't move, have to get up to go to the bathroom, and don't wake up sore

Being reminded of a funny childhood memory you hadn't thought about in a long time

CSleeling in fresh sheets

Coffee made just right, that you don't have to drink in a rush

The sound of heavy rain, lightning and thunder

The smell right before it snows and right after it stops

Clean teeth

A crisp autumn day with fallen leaves.

A snowy winter night, while feeling safe and warm at home.

Dogs.

Coffee.

Cozy rooms.

R26 recipe for soup please?

Hot buttered popcorn

Clementines!

All of these responses are making me smile.

Mine is, successfully making a fire in the woodstove. Getting it up to temp without smoking up the house. Then enjoying the radiating warmth. It's always a small victory when me make fire! Thumb nose at gas bill! (plus an old coffee percolater, set on the stove top and filled with water and nicely-smelling things, makes the house pretty cozy)

Out of bed, grab my board and I’m in the lineup for sunrise (0544 today).

Everybody stops and watches.

The local pod of dolphins dropping in if I’m lucky.

Mangoes and avocados back in season.

BBQs on the balcony at sunset.

When you feel down...things are looking low (such as midterms 2022)....then get an unexpected surprise and a turnaround. It gives you hope that things aren't all that bad...gives you faith again.

A rainy Sunday with absolutely nothing planned.

Receiving your ticket to the ballet or opera in the mail.

Seeing the Christmas markets reappearing in town.

The sweet scent of roasting chestnuts in the oven.

The moment you manage to stop worrying about something.

Beautiful posts like this, Dutchie. They mean a lot.

When the morning meeting you dread is canceled.

A pot of fresh brewed Harney & Sons Paris tea

Napping in a sunbeam on a winter Sunday

A warm sleepy pug in your lap in front of the fireplace

An excellent pot roast ragu over tagliatelle

Sharing a primo baked edible with your partner before a lazy Sunday of puttering

Binging Ina Garten, Pati Jinich or Lidia cooking shows

R73 thank you that is very kind of you ❤️

We need more threads like this. :)

r70, a dear friend and I will try to hold hands on the same wave, and we start cackling like insane idiots, because we know we look like insane idiots. We've only been successful twice. He's been my surfing buddy for at least a decade.

Why is OPs post crossed out for me? I just WW the post to keep it visable

That's strange, R78.

Then again, Muriel doesn't like happy moments. Or happy people.

We call those party waves, R77! Usually at the end of the session.

R72 I love the Christkindlmarkets too, even though I'm a Jew! I love the Glühwein, and buying ornaments for my Christian friends who collect them, and other small gifts. I like to get stoned before arriving, and I always treat myself to the Ginger bread.

Oh yes, there's nothing like visiting the markets while on a little high, R81. Have fun at this year's..!

Early morning walks on a fog shrouded beach.

The warmth of a tile stove.

Fondue.

Felted slippers

My partner playing the piano.

The Christmas Market thread died. Since there is interest, here is the link.

Chasing a rainbow

Warm plates.

I have never understood putting hot food on an ice cold plate, particularly in winter.

Why is this thread greyed out?

I love smelling “country” smells while in the middle of Manhattan. The smell of a fireplace when it’s cold out. Sometimes on rainy days, there’s a whiff of salt water on the breeze, coming from the river. And the smell of freshly-mowed grass coming from Central Park in the summer.

Catching a smile

The thread is grayed out because it's so saccharine.

Each entry feels like it's supposed to be spoken with your eyes closed and a smarmy grin.

You need little things that mean a lot, or anything at all, R89. The DataLounge will pray for you.

I love the smoky smells of wood burning fireplaces. Especially on a really cold day...even better if it's snowy. I wish I had a fireplace. I made a fake one with a beautiful, antique mantle surround...then bought an electric wood burning stove, putting it inside the surround. The fire flames look pretty realistic, but no warmth or wood burning smells.

R9, that’s disappointment mixed with mild shock.

Is your dog a nurse, by any chance?

A special Thanksgiving dinner!

Tacky pillar candles at your rival’s cocktail party.

r92, no he's an asshole so, close enough!

There's a renovation going on in the apartment next to me. I'm surprised how much I like the smell of cut lumber. It's really nice.

R95 Rescue-Chick you do always make me laugh.

Something to add from my walk through town tonight: The Christmas tree has arrived! And the shops are putting their lights and decorations up.

R96 you and me both! It's so calming.

R91: A friend of mine has that too, and whenever he "lights up" his faux fireplace, he lights a stick of incense that smells just like a burning log!

(R93, R94 .. for some reason blocked but I want to see what they're saying)

Pulling out your boxes of Christmas ornaments to start decorating tomorrow.

Making Thanksgiving dishes a day ahead of time to bring to a dinner you're not hosting!

A place for everything, and everything in its place. Folding clothes right out of the dryer and putting them away.

Making my own healthy dog food for my aged pug.

I just bought one of those little log cabin incense burners....with balsam fir cone incense for the wood scent of my faux fireplace. I remember those when I was a kid. Good suggestion Dutchie, R98. :)

I enjoy my cinnamon broomstick. Publix sells them this time of year.

^^You put a cinnamon stick in your pubic hair??

I’m making a huge batch of home made chai tea latte mix and shortbread for my super old aunts. I make them 2 batches one for Xmas, and then another in Feb so they have enough to get them through the winter.

That is very sweet of you, R103

Jarred tomatoes with garlic and basil from the summer garden. This year I made 30 quarts and used one tonight. Past efforts from another season in the present are very satisfying.