I got that devilish flow, Rock and Roll, no halo, we party rock Shawshank, June 15, 2023 Good gray morning my friends. It looks like it going to rain out there. Hopefully not, as I have a delivery to do later on this morning. So we’ll play it by ear. Maybe shift the delivery to later on. Who knows. It’s Thursday morning. We’re getting closer to the weekend. It’s grab weekend in TinyTown, so we’ll probably do groceries on Sunday, so Crystal can watch the grad parade live. Exciting! Yesterday, I built BossLadies patio furniture, because she has no time to actually do it herself. She needs them for Saturday, as she’s hosting a grad party for her daughter. The furniture is wicked heavy, my hands and arms are very stiff and sore this morning. it was fun to build them, I had music blaring and with some songs, I was singing along. Ok, time to mainline some coffee. Let’s get the day started! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life So, work till it kills you, but don’t actually die – liars, and tigers, and bears, oh my March 18, 2026 We’re all awake in The Flat this morning. Podrick is in the window, watching a chickadee. For the last couple of days, it’s been pretty warm outside. People don’t seem to remember that there’s a good chance, a very good chance that there is an assload of snow on its… Read More
Life The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait May 2, 2025 Pippin and Podrick kinda let us sleep in this morning. I’m sure pippin was some place else, and for the most part I didn’t feel Podrick blunder over the bed. I heard a couple of mews, and then some giggling, but that’s about it. Before I knew it, I was… Read More
Life Do you think some people… do you think that there’s some people that aren’t really… that are actually robots, living among us? January 13, 2024 Oh, hello there. How long have you been waiting for us to get up and start to post and move around? Are you stalking us? Creepy. You’re a creep! That’s ok. For your personal information, we’re awake and moving around. Pippin is happily on my lap, and Chaucer is staring… Read More