Good morning, world. It’s another morning, with ✨everything✨. It’s Monday, and it’s fucking snowing.
We enjoyed our Sunday. Sundays are our brunch day, and Shawshank had suggested French toast with some of his raisin bread. I obliged. He cooked up some bacon, I made the French toast for us, and we put everything in the oven while he made some eggs. It was hella yummy.
I spent the rest of the day in Saints Row IV being a menace again. I finished up the two DLC missions, saving both Christmas and the velociraptors.
It’s snowing today. It was almost all gone yesterday.
