We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage Shawshank, July 7, 2025 Podrick let us sleep, until he didn’t. Thankfully I raised my arm when I did, otherwise a very solid 3 or 4 pound cat would’ve landed on my face. He’s just being, well, Podrick this morning. We was snuggled in between us this morning, then suddenly his tail caught his eye, and he chased it up and down us. Look, they can coexist together! Work wasn’t too bad yesterday. It was a Sunday shift – open to close. But it was a wicked slow start, with pockets of it being busy. We helped customers as best we could, while trying to keep the store nice and clean. It was my coworkers last day, and that means that I got to take a video of my coworker locking up the store. I actually remembered. I took the video, and wish him well with his wedding coming up in August, and him actually moving back to India. I can’t wait to get pictures of the wedding. I have a weird work schedule this week. I’ll be doing the chores, and laundry today. I think I’ll have to head up to the post office and grab the mail and deliver it up at Shady Acres. I’m sure there’s bills in there that I should take care of. But first, coffee. Lots of coffee. Life blogbloggerchore daycoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Somebody had to set a bad example teach all the prim and propers what not to do February 27, 2026 Good morning my friends. I hope y’all are staying classy, because all y’all are classy bitches. We’re up, and out of bed a little early this fine Friyay morning: Podrick. ‘Nuff said. Plus, in addition to Podrick, it was wicked warm in the bed, and I’m still all stuffed up…. Read More
Life <insert lyrics here> October 9, 2025 I didn’t sleep well at all. I think I had a fever last night/this morning. I tossed and turned all nightCl, either sweating, or shivering. Finally around 2 this morning I got up, and took some Advil. I think that’s when the fever broke, and I could get some sleep…. Read More
Life When you breathe, I wanna be the air for you September 7, 2021 Top ‘o the morning. It’s Tuesday, it’s sunny, and the birds that haven’t flown south yet are singing. I was really tossy turny in the night. First I was too cold, then too hot, and then too stuffed up. I was up four or five time, just to see what… Read More