Hello, world. It’s Sunday, and I woke up once again. Podrick delivered two cuddle sessions this morning, curling up with me again. He loves to sleep with his legs stretched out; as usual, I ended up with his head under my chin and his front paws somewhere up by my ears.
Yesterday was devoted to sports entertainment. We finished up what we had left of Friday night’s Smackdown while we sipped coffee. Shawshank set up a load of laundry to wash, then put hot snacks in the oven. I built a charcuterie board. By 1pm, we were all set for the afternoon broadcast of the Royal Rumble.
Bellies full, we were very sports entertained.
I played a little bit of Saints Row: the Third after dinner. Shawshank is constantly horrified by my play style.
Me: Hey, watch this [picks up cop, throws him 6 car-lengths down the street]
Him: [chuckle]
Cop: [stands up]
Me: [shoots cop, setting him on fire] BWAHAHAHAH
Shawshank:
Today is another slow day. We’ll have brunch. Shawshank‘s going to go clean out his parents’ pellet stove, but we’re not sure if we’ll be having dinner over there. They spent part of yesterday at the hospital in Slightly BiggerTown– the last thing his mom needs to worry about is feeding us Sunday dinner.
