She wanna dip me like them fries in her Frosty Shawshank, October 27, 2022 Good morning y’all! I slept like the dead. I don’t know if the kitties played or just went to sleep in the living room or something. My head hit the pillow, and I was out out, out. Then the alarm went off. We’re both up now, and I’m trying to shake the groggies out of my bean. I have my coffee next to me, and gosh darn it, it tastes pretty good so far. Speaking of the kitties, Crystal asked last night if we should move the bell-ball that was sitting in the middle of the hallway. I said, surprise me. And then we totally forgot to move it. When we woke up, it hadn’t moved from the hallway, which makes me think they just found a comfy spot to sleep. But, it’s Thursday. Inching closer to the end of the week. Also inching closer to Crystal spinning poi at the local haunted hotel walk through. It should be pretty cool. She did a dress rehearsal, to see if what she wanted to wear would be warm enough to perform after dark. Her costume passed the test, and she got about a half hour of spin time. I need more coffee. Let’s go Thursday! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life I like big trucks and I cannot lie all y’all rednecks can’t deny when I roll up in this jacked up and I back ‘er up April 4, 2026 It’s bright out this morning. The light was creeping through my two masks. It’s too damn bright here. And of course Podrick was being Podrick. I think he’s getting a little better. Or, I’m slowly adapting to his chicanery. I’d really like to think that he’s slowly getting better, but… Read More
Life She got tricks in the stash, stacking up the cash May 18, 2025 The baby kitty was nice enough to let me sleep in a little bit. So thank you, little guy. Now he’ll terrorize for the next couple of hours, and then crash again. I think my dryer is slowly dying. I’ll have to text the landlord later. I finished using the… Read More
Life Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man December 13, 2022 Good morning! Happy Tuesday, my friends. It’s o’dark thirty. And lemme tell you it’s dark outside. TinyTown is slowly waking up. The coffee has been brewed and I’m dressed, but I’m not ready to greet the day. Yet. Yesterday was a good sloth day. Neither of us got dressed, but… Read More