We don’t need no water, let the motherfucker burn Shawshank, January 7, 2023 I’ll get us rubber sheets. We’ll smell like a balloon. People will pay for that. Shawshank Yep, that’s me. You may be wondering how I got here. Good morning my friends, it’s a dark, warmish Saturday morning. According to my weather app, it’s supposed to get to 0°c today. That’s a big step. But, I don’t think that it’ll actually feel like the temp, there’s a bit of a breeze this morning. We’ve both been either fully awake, or lightly dozing since about six this morning. We played with Pippin, as Chaucer is just silently demanding food. So when the alarm went off, we both got up and started the day. Chaucer is trying to shit talk Pippin into playing with him. And lucky for him, Pippin took the bait. It’s so wonderful to see him playing, and being the one to start the fun and games. With no plans today, I don’t even have fixings to put deodorant on. I mean, I can go to the tiny grocery store and get what we need, I don’t even have to put on real clothes. That’s win-win, if you ask me. Moar coffee pls. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Two trailer-park girls go ’round the outside, ’round the outside, ’round the outside May 7, 2025 So Sunday evening, I get a text from BossLady – can you come in a for a couple of hours? I have take BF to get a Cat Scan. Yeah, no problem. So here I am, up early. The coffee is brewing, and the kittens are playing with a kong…. Read More
Life Grab your sweetheart and spin out with ’em September 14, 2022 Awake! The alarm goes off, and both Pippin and I are awake. I roll out of bed, and Pippin lingers in the warmth, but she eventually gets up and out of bed. Coffee. Feed the kitten. Open curtains. Another day is upon us in the great white north. It’s Wednesday…. Read More