The feast that I’m gonna make, could cause a huge erection

Good morning. Instead of the gentle, hey time to wake up, I got the Tiny One standing on my shoulder, or on the bed, or in the hall, screaming that it’s time to wake up, and open the door for me.

So I roll out of bed, and stumble to the kitchen to turn on the coffee. Bathroom. Tv. Feed the Needy One, and then what she wants, the door open, and the table put there.

She got a table ride to the door. That’s where she is right now. We got a break from the screaming for an hour or so, and then she’ll come into the living room, and scream at us.

Good times.

But it’s Sunday, and that means chores. I’ll start them shortly. Shouldn’t be too bad since I did the chores last Monday when I was off. But the laundry will be started soon, along with the rest of the chores. Rest assured, we’ll have clean clothes for the week.

Also, brunch.

But it’s bright and sunny out there with a high of 34°. That’s not too shabby if you ask me.