‘Scuse me, while I rant a while.

One day, one day soon I hope, I won’t get messaged on every one of my days off from people at work. Yep, Saturday, Sunday, and today, Monday, I got messages. Saturday, it was almost a stream of consciousness from NewGirl. Stop. Look. And find it yourself. Can’t find the keys? Use the freakin master keys. Jesus.

Yesterday, and today, I got messaged from BossLady. Today she’s actually at the store. Look. You’ll find it, I promise. Yesterday, I think she was fishing for me to go in and find something for her. That’s gonna be a no from me, dawg. I was wrestling a mattress in to The Flat. By myself.

On a less annoying note, my moms working in a new quilt. My gramma comes in and stops and stares. “Did you know I did all the embroidery on that?” Yes gramma I was here when you did it all. “I don’t remember how long it took me to do that. I must have been real patient.” It doesn’t matter how long it took you. You had fun making it. “What’s that in dads chair? It’s a weird animal with its head upside down.” Its a cat, gramma, it’s sleeping.

I know I’ll probably eat my words, but it is so peaceful at The Flat. Quiet. I talk to Toaster. He’s a good boy. I sat there this morning in silence. I was smiling. No random conversations. No aggressive clearing of throats. No people having loud conversations with the cats at 7am. Just silence.

There. Just had to get that off my chest. I feel better! Thanks for listening!