Good morning, Thursday. The sun is up but the skies are still gray, if that makes any sense. Pippin wants to look out the back door. She’s walking around the house, crying, because the morning isn’t quite warmed up enough to open the door and put out her little table. Shawshank gave in and opened it for her anyway.
It was a good Wednesday. Shawshank worked and I sewed my skirt. Pippin offered her assistance. She refused to leave my side while I worked, watching while I pinned and pleated the ruffle to the base. When I went back to the machine to attach the ruffle, she sat on the table.
Then, when I tried to model the finished project, she threw/launched herself across a 6-foot space at me so I could hold her. I was not expecting to have to catch a cat and she scratched my thumb up pretty good, which explains my sour look in the photo. Shawshank‘s coworker laughed about the finished project. It’s not really anything I’d do a TikTok stream in, but it’s cute enough for wearing out shopping or whatever.
I made a fabulously tasty dinner for us last night. I still had a little bit of cannabutter left, and decided to use it to make some good mac and cheese with some crispy baked chicken. It definitely had a weed-y aftertaste, I guess white cheddar isn’t quite the flavor mask of chocolate. We should not have filled our plates as much. It was strong. He tried to start Witcher 3 last night, but his brain was mush. Since he’s only just started, he says he might restart from scratch tonight, when he can process what’s happening in the opening cut scenes and the tutorial.
Shawshank says if we make that shit again, we make portions. There’s leftovers in the fridge. I’ve made it abundantly clear he can’t have any for lunch and go back to work.
But I can.
Oh, yes you can!