I’m hell on heels, baby, I’m comin’ for you

Podrick woke me up early. But he was all to blame for that. I was warm, then cold, then warm again. Plus I couldn’t breathe through my nose. Podrick is just being Podrick. But, yeah, it’s fucking annoying to consistently either wake up, or be woken up by the orange starting off by lumbering over me. Back and forth, back and forth.

So I’m up. Crystal more than likely has been up since around 4:30 or 5 this morning. I feel terrible that every morning is the same. Get up. Look at your simple drooling husband. Fend off the orange menace from waking said drooling husband. Keep the kitten away from wires. Over and over. It’s got to be very frustrating for Crystal.

Work was different. I’m not sure I’m enjoying the 8-4 shifts. But it’s what it is. I walked into the store, and in an effort to look busy, I tackled the weekly cleaning list. In an hour and 45 minutes, I did a weeks worth of cleaning. But you can only clean a pig up so much.

We were told groceries were going to be late, because a vehicle has broken down. That was technically wrong. But anyways, the groceries finally showed up about 15 minutes before 1st shift was set to leave. They helped to bring it in, then left. Over the course of the next hour, me and another co-worker managed to get everything out. For the next two hours, we helped customers, and kept the store going.

On the way home I stopped at the post office to pick up The Beautiful One’s Temu package. Crystal stopped playing her game and went through the treasures that were contained in it. I inflated an inflatable.

Dinner was an amazing taco night for two. Crystal cooked the succulent meat perfectly. I microwaved the tortillas and we sat down to eat. It was like a feeding frenzy. So very very good. I was food entertained. Crystal also did the dishes – bless her.

Coffee now. Happy pill swallowed. Ta Thursday, I don’t have underwear on. Let’s goo!