But I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back

Here we are, another Sunday. Another group of chores to do this morning. My mind, was firing on all cylinders yesterday, and I actually remembered to pull the bacon out of the freezer. So it’s already defrosted. Fuck yeah!

Yesterday? It was a sloth day for sure. We didn’t do a lot of anything. I figured out that I emptied my vape, so I ran to get another one. I picked up supplies for a cake for my mom for today. Oh yeah, just a heads up in case you didn’t know, it’s Mother’s Day today. I have a card and some snacky snacks for her for her day.

Old family friends that my mom was expecting in a few weeks called and said they were at the gas station just outside of town last night, so I scrambled to jump the Hot Mess Express so there was some room in the drive way. From there, I came home and made a wonderful Poutine dinner for us.

After we or really I watched wrestling. I dunno it’s just fun mindless TV. I think I figured it out; the person that comes out first will usually lose. Crystal mentioned that she never say the fabled Hell in a Cell match with the Undertaker, and Mankind, so I found that, and she got to see a great match, that didn’t have a lot of wrestling.

Time to start the day. Pippin and Podrick are slowly starting to get along. It’s an uneasy truce. But Pippin stands her ground a lot of the time. Happy Sunday!