“Happy Christmas,” I wrapped it up and sent it with a note saying, “I love you,” I meant it Shawshank, December 6, 2024 Good morning my dudes, it’s Friday. It’s almost time. It’s almost the weekend. I slept like the dead last night. And sometime in the night, my mask came off, and I couldn’t find it. So I just closed my eyes a little tighter, and went back to sleep. Work wasn’t too bad last night. Time kinda got away from us and before we knew it, it was suddenly time to close. One last shift before the weekend is here. If anything, I hope the evening is like yesterday. It was just busy enough to keep us busy for the night, yet quiet enough to get what we needed to get done, done. I have a baby kitty stretched out on my lap this morning. Pippin is nice and toasty. I’m feeling a lot better over today and yesterday. Yesterday I actually had a meal. And I didn’t gag when I put the first spoonful in my mouth. I think I’m starting to get better. Happy Friyay everyone! Life blogbloggercoffeeFriyayjournalmorningsTinyTown
Life What powers you ask? I dunno how ’bout the power of flight?That do anything for ya? That’s levitation, holmes September 26, 2021 Good morning everyone. It’s time to wakey wakey. I myself, just rolled out of bed when the alarm went off. It sounded like it had been going off for a long time. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. But it was a good sleep nonetheless. You remember last weekend when I said… Read More
Life And stumbled downstairs to meet the day December 27, 2020 Good morning everyone! And by everyone I mean the 1 or 2 people that actually stop scrolling long enough to read this. How’re you doing this fine dark Sunday morning? It snowed here a little last night. Maybe a half an inch. I can’t really tell. I’ll shovel later. Coffee… Read More
Life Somebody had to set a bad example teach all the prim and propers what not to do February 27, 2026 Good morning my friends. I hope y’all are staying classy, because all y’all are classy bitches. We’re up, and out of bed a little early this fine Friyay morning: Podrick. ‘Nuff said. Plus, in addition to Podrick, it was wicked warm in the bed, and I’m still all stuffed up…. Read More