He was looking for the place called Lee Ho Fooks Shawshank, June 15, 2024 I LOVE THE SMELL OF CAPITALISM IN THE MORNING. Good Saturday morning everyone. It’s time to get up and have that cup of coffee. Snuggle that cat, and, of course, wake up! That’s right it’s the day for the town wide yard sale bitches. The event starts in 3 hours. In a little bit, after I get dressed, I’ll be popping up to Shady Acres to load up my mom’s truck, and unload it all over my front/side yard. We’ll also be unloading a bunch’s of stuff here. Busy, busy. But first, coffee. I think I slept like the dead. I passed right out last night. That was a good thing. I was wicked sleepy, and almost forced myself to stay awake. But the birds are singing, and so far the sun is shining. It seems really nice outside. This was from a couple of days ago. I think today is 1402 posts in a row. That’s pretty impressive if you ask me. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything 1402 times. Bow down, mortals! Life blogbloggercapitalismcoffeejournalmorningsTinyTownyard sale
Life She’s a rooting tootin’ pistol from the Lone Star state. May 15, 2026 Well the start of my sleep was amazing. Then I woke up. I refused to look at the time, figuring I would just fall asleep. Not really. Until I heard the pet feeder go off at 5:30, then I could fall back asleep. For a half hour. Yep, it’s my once monthly up early during… Read More
Life Shatter with words impossible to follow August 21, 2020 Good morning, happy Friday. If you’re reading this, y’all made it. It’s almost the weekend. Quiet start to the day here at Shady Acres. Bread is being made. Another couple of hours, and we’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown to get my mom’s meds. And since it’s Friday, I should have some mail. A book that… Read More
Life So come on baby, come on over – let me be the one to hold you. October 29, 2020 You can tell it’s getting closer to Halloween, the fog is starting to creep in. It’s very foggy out. Hopefully, it’s not a killer fog. Slept ok. At one point too hot. At another point way too cold. Then at another point, just right. Sometimes tossy, sometimes turny. But it was a pretty good sleep… Read More