It’s all about the money, money Shawshank, September 3, 2024 Well, the alarm went off, and I had absolutely no idea how to see, and how to take off my sleep mask. I was worried that I would wake up Crystal, but I fumbled enough, and shit the alarm off. It’s been a long week today. Before 10am I’m on the phone with RCMP dispatch. The local loser came in and filled up his truck. Then its debit card wouldn’t work. He called the bank and they said they could come right down and sort it out. Both me and TismBoy told him thrice – if he took his truck off the property, we’d be calling the police. He said go a head and call the police. So that’s what I did. He came back and paid. Within minutes the police called for more info, so I told them he came back and paid. They asked if I caught a name, I told them. They knew him, and asked if he was driving his truck. I answered in the affirmative, and that was that. One more shift, and BossLady is back. Thank the gods. I’m tired. I might sleep. I haven’t decided yet. It’s been a long week today. Life blogbloggerbookscoffeejournalmiscreantsmorningsTinyTownup early
Life He said, “I’m fabulously rich, come on just let’s go” July 2, 2022 Hey hey! Good morning you awesome motherfuckers! It’s a bright and sunny day, with a breeze that seems to cut right through you. Doesn’t matter, it’s sunny out! I slept like the dead. Only getting up once in the night. Pippin was playing with the laser when I got up. I shut that off pretty… 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 hold my bowels until we… Read More
Life But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door* October 30, 2020 Weird dreams last night. Stephen King only write his first 3 or 4 books, and was just a small time short story writer. No one had heard of him. I had a book of his short stories, with like half of them missing. Crystal had written in some from memory, and that prompted me to… Read More