A saxophone was blowing on a Rock and Roll show

I don’t know how, but Podrick has figure out how to get on the bed. Some time in the night, he was trying to play with me. And once I rolled over, I felt almost a pin prick of heat. I had to look, and he was cinnamon rolled in Pippin’s bed!

I’m pretty sure Pippin slept onto of Crystal’s wigs in the bathroom. So I carried her out, and asked her to hop up on her table. Crystal made her a breakfast plate, and I opened the back door for her. Hopefully, today is the day that she pushed her pride aside, and doesn’t run from him.

Work wasn’t too bad last night. It was really steady when we go there until about 6, and then it slowed down a little. Enough for us to start to get stuff done. Slowly but surely, the minutes ticked away, and before we knew it, it was time to get the hell out of dodge.

Today is a regular Sunday. So there’s chores to be done, and bacon that is needed to be consumed. I’ll start the laundry in a little while. Since I’m up earlier than normal, I’ll take my time. I’ve told my parents, since we have the Tiny Terror, we wouldn’t be going over to Shady Acres for dinner.

But dinner is taken care of. I found some stuff at work yesterday. But I will be heading over there to drop mail off, and to ask to borrow their vacuum.

I need another cup of coffee. Happy Sunday, y’all!