Hello, world. Happy Monday. It’s brunch day, and lazy sloth day. Maybe murdery-crime day. Definitely a jammies day.
We spent Sunday on the couch as well. Shawshank put on Pulp Fiction and we watched it while we did the laundry. I told him – probably for the 18th time – how great it was to see it in the theater in 1994, going in blind when Tarantino was unknown. We had more delicious liverwurst sandwiches for lunch, then he let me play Assassin’s Creed for a couple of hours.
Later, we went out to Shady Acres for dinner. He ran out quickly to get some cash and bought some birthday/Valentine’s day gifts with his mother’s Amazon account. While he was at the ATM, I ordered his Valentine’s present. Everything should be here roughly on-time. Mom sent up the truck’s updated registration, I’m also waiting on some stuff from Ali Express. The post office box will be bursting this week.
Today, I’m a sheep, and I’m going to sit around in my rammy-jammies. Bah.
