New week, same life. Welcome, it’s Monday, are you ready? Chaucer is staring at me like I have a treat for him. Maybe she’ll let me in her lap, he’s thinking. Maybe he’s been sabotaging my Chromebook all along, killing it to take its place in my lap every morning.
I completely expect Shawshank to go to bed immediately upon his return from work this afternoon. He spent yesterday afternoon doing yard work at Shady Acres, and dealing with their lawn. I spent much of the morning gaming, then moved on and finished the glow-locs I started on Friday night. I made eight locs out of the bag of glow hair, but I probably have made more if my sizing was more consistent. As it is, two of them feel a little chonky, and I’m not 100% sure I’ll use them. Honestly, I’m more impressed I was as successful as I was with the two bags of cheap-ass hair I bought. I’ll probably install them tonight or tomorrow, depending on how I feel.
This week starts all of the fun of yard sale prep. Shawshank‘s mom sent us home last night with a clothing rack and a shitload of wire hangers. I’ll be sewing snaps and closing up seams in the genie pants. By the end of the week, I’ll have everything washed and fresh and ready to hang. If I’m feeling fancy, I’ll make some pricing signage.
