I love you, now you cannot pretend Shawshank, December 16, 2022 Good morning, it’s Friyay! I’ve been up on and off since about 5am. One of the kittens decided that time would be a good time to run all over the house like a crazy person. They sounded like they were having fun. I drifted back to sleep for a while, then up just long enough to look at the clock, and go back to sleep. I snuggled, and was snuggled. Alarm goes off, I do my usual routine. Get up, dressed, and bathroom stuff. Go out and turn the coffee on, and feed the kittens. I throw on my slippers and head outside. It’s snowed, and then the winds happened and it’s drifted all over the place. It almost looks worse than yesterday. We’ll see if BossLady comes in today. But we’re awake and ready to greet the day. The office Christmas party is tonight. It was supposed to be yesterday, but more snow fell then, than today. I can’t forget the Christmas presents for BossLady, and NewNewGirl. I had to hid them, because Chaucer likes to lick and eat the plastic bows. Ok I need to refill my coffee, and eventually get outside and do some shovelling. Happy Friyay everyone! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life ‘Cause all week long, I’ve been waitin’ for you and me girl March 16, 2024 It’s really nice, when you wake up, and the sun is out. Good morning, my friends. Welcome to Saturday! It’s bright and sunny, but I believe that it’s once again, below freezing, and Crystal says that there’s a snow flake next to the day in her weather app. Remember what… Read More
Life Rock on, ancient queen follow those who pale in your shadow April 16, 2023 Sup, everyone. It’s bright and sunny, and very bright. It looks to be a nice day today. Good Sunday morning, my friends. I trust you had a good evening last night, and a nice morning so far. Sorry if I bounce around, I’m still trying to wake up. When the… Read More
Life Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow March 23, 2024 Good morning fellow humans. It’s ya boy Shawshank. We’re all awake here, and Chaucer has pushed Crystal out of the bedroom, because he needed to go to the bathroom, and he hovered until she had cleaned the box. He’s a creature of routine, like me. But his routine is I’ll… Read More