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You my lil’ suga, I’m yo’ little chulo

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One day, Podrick will let me sleep in, like he used too. He got two good morning from me with full body and face pets, which he loved, then he did what he did to get booted out of the bedroom.

So we’re all awake now. Both have been fed, and The Beautiful One and I have coffee. I slept like the dead, but I think about half hour to 45 minutes more would have been very beneficial. But there we are, awake, and watching Dateline, until I find something better to watch.

Work wasn’t too bad. It was busy enough to keep us from sitting around. And it made the time pass relatively quickly. Before I knew it, it was time to get the hell out of there. So I came back to the Flat, and cooked lunch. I watched Crystal play Skyrim for a while then I put on Friday’s Smackdown. After that, we made dinner – nachos, fuckin yum!

We watched the NXT PLE – Halloween Havoc. They put on a really good show. We were both Sports Entertained. Except Ricky Saints. He’s a bag of douche. But that’s beside the point. Was a great show.

Chores soon. Shady Acres to surprise my mom with her birthday present a couple of days early, but I’m working on her birthday. So to day it is!

Ain’t got no picture postcards, ain’t got no souvenirs – my baby, she don’t know me when I’m thinking bout those years

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Good morning. Er, afternoon. I’ve been up since 4:57, three minutes before my alarm went off. I don’t know why my body and mind don’t trust the alarm clock that I’ve had work flawlessly for 5 years. I’m either up a couple of hours early and sleep lightly, up minutes before, or the alarm clock scares the hell out of me when it goes off.

Weird.

Anyways, I had to open the shop this morning. As I’m getting the paperwork done and counting the cash, car pulls up, and the driver comes to the door. Pulls on it, and stares inside. I quietly knock on the window and point to the sign. He looks at it, and looks at me, confused. I open the door and say we don’t open for a half hour. He asks if he can pay at the pump. I shake my head and say no. He stares at me. I say we open in a half hour, smile, close, and lock the door. He sat in the parking lot until we were open.

Back home now. Pork bites in the oven, and wrestling to watch when Crystal is done kicking ass in Skyrim. It’s gonna be a relaxing do nothing day. Tomorrow; chores, and probably climbing up on a roof to clean the stove pipe.

And we’ll celebrate my mother’s birthday tomorrow!

I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs

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Another restful sleep. Mostly. Mornings are a little tough. But there we are totally out of bed. It looks a little chilly out there? But it doesn’t matter for a few hours. I’ll leave the house when I have to leave. But it is nice and sunny out there.

Coffee has been brewed and poured into cups for the both of us. The kittens have been fed. Podrick is always more concerned with what Pippin is eating. So this morning, Pippin ate in the bathroom while Podrick tried to get in, because he’s a pig and will eat anything that he can find.

It’s hard to keep things interesting on this ok site, as nothing really interesting happens in TinyTown, especially in the fall. Not too much going on. The haunted house is up and running this weekend. We don’t go, because we’re old, and don’t want to pay to have the shit scared out of us.

Back to work this afternoon, and then tomorrow morning. Then I’m off for the next couple of days. Always working for the weekend. But first, coffee!

Met a girl, thought she was grand fell in love, found out first hand

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Good morning, my friends. I trust that y’all slept good. It’s a bright and sunny morning here, as the sun rises north of the wall.

Podrick let us sleep until 7:30. About a half hour to 45 minutes earlier – the game started. He jumps up on the nightstand. I get up, and he runs out of the room. I shut the door. Then Podrick lets us sleep until about 7:30.

But now we’re all awake, watching the news, and drinking coffee. Not a bad morning at all. I fed Pippin some wet food, so she’s enjoying that in the bed room. We’ll have something to eat later, after the shower. But before all that – coffee, and waking up.

You’ve come to the wrong neighborhood, mother fucker.

Bring in the dog and put out the cat

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So in the last two three eleventy I have no idea how many days. My sleep fogged mind can’t figure basic stuff out this morning. But Crystal started 1883, and I was there to finish it with her. Then we watched season 1 of 1923. Yesterday we finished the second season. Wow. What a finish. I like the writer for not always giving a happy ending. Not everything needs to have a happy ending. Would I have wished that everyone had long healthy lives? Yes. Is that how the world actually works? Nope. The ending was amazing.

The weekend that we just had was great. I love spending time with Crystal. She has such a wicked sense of humour that both of us share. Don’t was a good couple of days. It was very warm this morning in the bed, add to the fact that furnace was blowing at the same time, means that I at least, was sweaty as I woke up.