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The Sensuous Life

The Mild Fiancée and I are not rich. We don't have a huge place, we drive older cars, and we don't take fancy vacations. Sure, we go out to eat every so often, but it's not like we're going to lavish steak dinners every night. Basically, we get by with what we have. We add a few little flourishes here and there, but we are by no means living a luxurious life style.

I say all of that so that you have the proper context for the part that comes next. You see, we also like to add small little touches here and there. For example, we'll light a candle at dinner. That's not the sort of thing that takes tons of money or effort, but it does make the meal a little bit nicer. Sometimes we buy a bottle of wine, or mix drinks on the weekends. Again, you'd be surprised at how cheaply you can do this: we've bought five or six dollar bottles of wine and enjoyed them just fine.

Now, I'll give the Mild Fiancée full credit here; she's the one who's good at coming up with cost-effective ways to do all of these things. I appreciate all of these things, but she's just better at finding those little touches that add a dash of pinkies up to our lives.

As it so happens, though, all of this came up in conversation when we were out to lunch with some friends. I don't quite remember how we got there, but one of our friends dubbed those little touches the "sensuous life." Well, since this is the age of social media, she actually dubbed it a hashtag. #SensuousLife. It was amusing as all heck, so it immediately stuck.

The best part, though, was that the Mild Fiancée and I decided to have an old school, elementary school dinner one night. To give you some idea of what that looks like, the main entrees were tater tots and chicken nuggets. Sure, we threw in some mixed veggies to make the meal a little more balanced, but we basically ate like third graders for a night. We were ridiculously amused, so there may have been some giggling involved.

However, we also threw in a glass of wine, and we upgraded the chicken nuggets to dino nuggets. I don't know why, but I swear to you that dino nuggets taste better than plain old chicken nuggets. Maybe it's just nostalgia or maybe I did actually have some dino nuggets that tasted really good. Either way, I think dino nuggets are superior to the original chicken nuggets.

We even emailed the friend who had come up with the hash tag to show them the fruits of our labor. Her response was what actually prompted this blog post: "oh man ... so classy! Dino-nuggets + wine = the ultimate in sensuous living." Yup, dino nuggets are a taste of the sensuous life. Who knew?

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