Good morning, y’all. It’s a chilly Sunday. My weather app says there’s a shit ton of clouds in the sky and that’s about it, and don’t ya know they’re right for once. The sky appears to be brightly cloudy from my vantage point.
We went to Slightly BiggerTown yesterday after Shawshank got out of work. Just a quick trip, we needed to buy some stuff to eat this week. I let Shawshank drive the Hot Mess Express this time around, deciding I’d done enough driving lately. We’re doing Thanksgiving dinner tonight, and we’ve been tasked with making a batch of sausage and cornbread stuffing.
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After snuggling all afternoon with us on the couch, Chaucer finally found his courage and played with Pippin. They “chased” each other around a chair in the living room for an hour or so. Chaucer moves a lot slower than Pippin does. Chaucer slinks. Pipping tromps. She’s half his mass, but twice the noise. The play date ended with both of them on dining room chairs, staring at each other. Shawshank made them get down from the chairs, and they retreated to cozy spots. Chaucer slept on the couch with us, and Pippen stole Chaucer’s bed.
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Shawshank‘s got a load of clothes in the washer. He tried to convince me to give up my onesie so it can, you know, be clean, but I’m not having it. I know there’s a second load coming, I’ll give it up then. I have to assume a human form, and make some stuffing.
Happy Thanksgiving y’all 😎👍