Author: Shawshank

I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.

It’s been a long, long, long time running

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The sound of a cat rave woke me up briefly this morning. The big man, Chaucer, was getting a little sick around 6 I think. We sprung to readiness, and the great Crystal cleaned it up.

We got back into bed.

When the alarm went off, we snuggled for a bit to hear the weather report for cities 2+ hours away. It should be a very nice day locally today. I think the best day for the next week is today.

And what’s the plan for the day? I don’t know. I’m still thinking of a movie marathon. What’s for dinner? That’s a very good question. We’ll figure that out later.

Date night went off without a hitch, as expected. I had a spicy (not so spicy) chicken sandwich with Caesar salad. I like their spicy chicken sandwiches, but as always, they’re not that spicy. This one just had some nacho cheese.

I have to remember when I got to drop off some mail to Shady Acre, to stop on my way back to the flat at the grocery store. I need to pick up some milk.

But for right now, coffee. Happy Saturday y’all!

My wife leaned over, and she whispered, “I love you”. I held her close, we danced

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Fuck yeah, Friyay.

It’s finally here. And all I would like to do is nap, which I might do. We’ll see.

Work wasn’t too bad today, busier than the last couple of days, which was nice. I helped out BossLady by doing the last minute grocery order, which she then made me fax to home office.

But we got the grocery order put away a good 20 minutes before 2nd shift came to work. And we left the store looking better than when we got there.

Nothing much to really talk about, I’ve just been working, and watching Midsomer Murders on Tubi. I’m totes boring. But tonight, tonight is date night. And the restaurant should be open. It was open when I drove past it this afternoon so that’s a good sign.

Ok, I think I’m gonna nap for a little bit. Happy Friyay everyone!

So you think my singing’s out of time? It makes me money

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It’s nice and sunny outside, but the wind is making it feel a lot colder. I actually had to wear my jacket every time I had to go outside. And the lined gloves as well.

If I’m typing this, and you’re reading this, that means that I’m home from work. Yep the donuts have been made for the day, so to speak. It felt a lot longer than it actually was today.

Very slow.

I slept ok last night, but with the day being as slow as it was, I’m even more tired because of that. I was also up about a half hour before the alarm, but went back to sleep. It’s rough when that happens. But it’s still not stopping me from planning a movie marathon for the weekend.

I had to look and make sure that the movies are on Netflix, which they are! Crystal doesn’t know it yet but I’m gonna look in my Twilight cook book, and I’m gonna see if I can make a dish out of the book for the weekend.

Other than that, nothing else has really been going on. I did place an order on Temu, and it’s shipped, I’m just waiting for the next update to see when it’s actually going to arrive. There’s t-shirts in it for me for work. They’re funny ones. I’m gonna be that guy – the funny shirt guy I guess. I’m ok with that.

And it’s Taco-Thursday!

Also, I want to wish my Chaucer boy a happy 18th birthday. He’s a good boy for sure, and probably get a piece of taco meat, some cheese, and maybe even some sour cream as a birthday snack when we eat.

You see that? Motherfucking iconic.

Iconic.

Give ’em a show that’s so splendiferous

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Jesus Christ, the alarm goes off earlier and earlier, I think. 4:30 smacked me in the face today. I rolled/fell out of bed, and started the day. I was all out of my routine. I was mostly dressed before I put on the coffee pot.

It was all because of Chaucer this morning. The boy has a fetish for licking plastic, and the elastic that Crystal bough,,t, and her dreads are in plastic, and he was rubbing on them like it was last call at a dive bar. I tried quietly to shoo him away, and the little bastard (but but, he’s cute), swung at me.

He’s my best friend now though, because I have a lap, and for the moment, I’m not moving. So he’s my snuggle monster right now. He’s a good boy, except when it comes to plastic. But that’s ok.

He got back at me, by throwing up somewhere under the bed. Little bastard.

Work was too bad. A coworkers parent came in and basically said under no uncertain terms, that if the coworker had to pay the fine that he got, we’d also be closed on Saturdays, because the parent would make the coworker quit. So that coworker, when I left, was talking to the district manager and BossLady.

Good times.

I’m home now, and I think we might be having grilled cheese sandwiches, and tomato soup. It’s the perfect weather for it. It’s drizzling, and wicked gray outside. I might even nap whilst Crystal plays a video game.