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Kiss me here, touch me there – hanky panky

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Good morning, happy Monday! I was all snuggled and warm when the alarm went off and I had to get up and be cold. It’s a little chilly (I think) in the house this am.

Wait. It’s not Monday. According to my phone, it’s Tuesday. Well, at least it’s not Monday. Amirite? It’s terrible that I thought it was Monday today.

But it’s not. I think I’m all alone in the office today. BossLady with be heading to BigCity, and NewGirl took a personal day.

But I have some coffee, and the morning news. Are we sure it’s not Monday? It feels like a Monday. Have a good day y’all

I was lying on the grass of Sunday morning of last week

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It’s going to be a good day. Even though minutes after I woke up, I had to have conversations with my mom. I can’t talk in the morning when I’m not awake. Please don’t talk past the “good morning” greeting please. I can’t form words beyond that.

But I have coffee.

I passed right out last night. When I was making my bed this morning, I noticed I pushed deep into Crystal’s side of the bed. So I pulled my body pillow back to my side.

It should be a quiet day today. It’s Monday, solarerer today I’ll put on another episode of Sherlock. Mom likes it. I haven’t seen them for a long time. Or, I’ll put on OutLander. A long time ago, my mom had the first 2 seasons on the DVR, but for some reason my dad deleted them. So maybe we’ll watch an episode or two of that.

And possibly sometime after dinner I’m thinking, I may have to go and help load the trailer, because BossLady is travelling to BigCity for the next couple of days, and will be dropping a customers order off. She can’t do it all by herself, so I offered to help. I told her to text me and I’d be right down.

But that’s later, right now; coffee and the morning news. Enjoy your Monday everyone.

Policeman taps his shades – is the a Chevy 69?

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Yep, I slept in. Another pretty good sleep. Out like a light. I moved around a couple of times. Every time I’d stretch out on to Crystal’s side, I’d kinda wake up and reset my myself and move back to my side of the bed.

Sunday, Sunday. I’m up and I can’t believe that my parents left the channel on MSNBC. I’m currently watching SundayToday with Willie Giest.

But I’ll be right back (not that you’ll notice), but the coffee is ready.

My parents want to go grocery shopping today. I’m torn. I want to go for a yummy lunch, but I really just want to relax and do a little bit of nothing, and work on the Book Club this afternoon, plus I have to clean the stove this afternoon.

Needless to say I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

Anyways, happy Sunday everyone. Make it a good Sunday. And do one thing that needs to get done, that you’ve been putting off 🙂

He lives on my block – and he drives an IROC

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Good morning party people! It’s dark, and looks cold out there. I’m brewing coffee, and I actually beat the pee-recorded weekend morning news show. There’s a show on right now called The Marilyn Denis Show. Quite possibly the most snooze-worth no energy show on the local channel.

Coffees ready!

It should be an ok day today. Short day, and I’ll try and get some inventory stuff online, and also packing up some Christmas stuff. Ain’t no one buy Christmas stuff in January.

I’m ready to greet the day, are you?

What do tigers dreams of?
When they take a little tiger snooze
Do they dream of mauling zebras
Or Hallie Barry in her Catwoman suit

Don’t you worry your pretty striped head
Were gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed

And then were gonna find our best friend Doug
And then were gonna give him a best friend hug
Doug Doug Oh Doug Doug Dougie Doug Doug

But if he’s been murdered by crystal meth tweekers, well then we’re shit outta luck.

Tumble outta bed – and I stumble to the kitchen

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Good morning beautiful people. We made it, happy Friyay. Is Friday, still a Friday when you work on Saturday? I think that’s a question for the ages. It’s like a chicken or the egg.

I passed right out last night. And I don’t think that I moved at all. I’m pretty sure I woke up in the same position as I fell asleep in.

Coffee.

But now I’m awake, and I’m getting ready to greet the day. I don’t want to, I’d rather go back to bed and sleep in. I haven’t slept in since Montreal.

I hope everyone has a really Good Friday, do that workout, get sweaty. Grab that kitty and dance with them to a funny song. They’ll love the attention. I loves you.