A black cherry paradise, half the sugar, twice the spice Shawshank, March 1, 2024 I swear every time we get a grocery delivery, there’s a freakin party line in town, and someone calls it, and says the van is there get EVERYONE and everyone they know to get gas. Perfect. BossLady is checking in the order, TisimBoy is staying as far away from the register as freakin possible, and NewGirl is running the register. I’m getting all the outdoor stuff, and then when I finally get inside, NewGirl – who only seems to know my name, is calling me to do the lottery, because she’s not allowed to do it until after she takes her course. Good fuckin times if you ask me. And, we’re expecting snow. The amounts have changed over the last 2 days, so currently it’s sitting at 9.75”. But it’s been as high as 13”. I’ll believe it when I see it. But of course there’s bad weather coming, so the old people have to top off the gas. (“Fill it up – storms coming.” But then it clicks off at $18) that just boggles my mind!) which is hilarious because if a foot of snow falls, sure as shit, they’re not going out in it. They might, because this town has to do everything at the last possible minute. They don’t think a head. Like the local school is doing a ski trip today, so what does everyone do? Come right before they leave to get gas. Shit, I’d have hotten the gas the day before. But I digress. I’m tired. I slept ok yesterday, but I don’t think it was too much of a restful sleep. I closed my eyes, and BOOM! the alarm is going off. Least tomorrow, I can sleep in for a couple of hours. I need it. I’m in a wicked salty mood, and I don’t want to take it out on Crystal. Date night tonight. Yay. The regular place is still closed. Only open 10-2 each day. So we’ll go to the other restaurant. I don’t know if we’ll go back to the other one. Yes the fall back place isn’t as good, but at least they’re consistent with their hours, and didn’t suddenly close 3 weeks ago. I think I’m done bitching for a while. Besides, what’s a blog or zine good for if you’re not bitching on it? Life blogbloggercoffeeFriyayjournalmorningsTinyTownup early
Life And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al September 3, 2021 Good morning everyone, welcome to Friyay! It’s been a long long week here, and I’m ready for the weekend for sure. I left my plants outside last night. I don’t know how much longer that I’ll be able to do that – let alone leave them out during the day,… Read More
Life I’m a joker, I’m a smoker, I’m a midnight toker January 14, 2021 I’m an idiot. I’m in the shop all by myself, and only about an hour ago, I realized I could watch YouTube videos on the store iPad. So now I’m working and listening to some Tabletop Tactics. I can’t wait to paint, and finally play against Crystal. I’ll have to… Read More
Life Well, I’ve been down so very damn long that it looks like up to me February 14, 2022 Good morning happy Monday. The monday curse strikes again. This time – my coffee pot. It died sometime in the night. The lights still work, but the element or the actual coffee working mechanism doesn’t anymore. The coffee maker is probably 25-30 years old. Thankfully, I have a French press… Read More