Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow Shawshank, 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 wake up, and then he stays in Crystal’s way until she cleans the box. Last night at work went pretty well. It was steady busy for a little bit. Then it slowed down. We got done what we needed to get done, and waited until it was time to do the closing stuff. My co-worker asked if I was gonna be key holder. I replied with, you’re off for the next two days, and that’s all you talked about, so in the interest of speediness, he closed. We were out on time. In fact just 3 or 4 minutes early. Viva la Weekend! 🎵 white people dinner time. Yes, it’s white people dinner time 🎶 We’ll be heading into SlightlyBiggerTown this morning to refresh our supplies. Food, drink, weed, etc. You know, the essentials. It’ll be nice to get out of town for a little bit. It’s chilly out there, but it’s a nice clear sunny day. It should be a nice drive. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Yeah, I just wanna take you home April 25, 2021 All the chores are done. Lunch has been consumed. And all the art has been put up. I’m on movie number 3. Maybe you can guess the movie? Anyway, here’s the art. Enjoy the decal. It’s annoying, but it makes Crystal laugh. Like when I say assless chaps. I spent a few summers here. I… Read More
Life *insert song lyrics here* March 14, 2023 Good morning my friends. We’re up, and I’m trying to get both of my eyes to focus. We were both up a little early this morning. My theory is that it’s because I have to go to work today. So that’s why I was awake. Either way, it’s Tuesday morning. It’s windy out there, making… Read More
Life Does your mother tell you things long, long when I’m gone? July 7, 2022 Good morning my friends, it’s almost the weekend. We’re almost there. So close that one could taste it, if weekends tasted like anything. I got up once or twice in the night. I actually was cold, under the top layer, so when I came back to bed, I went all the way under. Pippin was… Read More