You could smell the whiskey burnin’ down Copperhead Road Shawshank, July 26, 2022 Good morning my friends. Welcome to a slightly gray Tuesday morning here I the great white north. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. I don’t think I really moved around in bed last night. Sometime in the night, I got up to pee, and asked Pippin to come to bed, she followed me and got comfortable. The alarm scared both of us when it went off this morning. But here we are. The coffee has been brewed, and I can here the garbage truck doing it’s rounds this morning. Pippin and I didn’t do too much of anything yesterday. We played fetch, and she snuggled and slept on my lap, while I watched a couple of episodes of Supernatural, and then when I got the alert, I watched the later episode of Critical Role. All in all, a nice relaxing day. Back to work today. Yay! But first, coffee. Good morning y’all! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
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 time it was. But I… Read More
Life It’s the hap-happiest season of all with those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings December 19, 2023 Well, shit hello everyone. This post is wicked late, because I totally forgot until just now. I got home at my normal time, and made Crystal some yummy lunch, and plopped down on the couch and played some No Man’s Land. So I just remembered. My bad, yo. So here we are. News on the… Read More
Life So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff January 6, 2022 Good morning all you party people. Welcome to Thursday. Normally I’d be all excited about the upcoming weekend. Not this time. I don’t want Saturday to arrive. Last night we went over to a friends for dinner. BossLady cooked. She’s a pretty good cook, considering I don’t see her eat very often, and when she… Read More