stitch + bitch + birthdays
It’s a gray and wet-looking morning here in TinyTown. It’s Shawshank’s birthday as well, which increases the day’s Goodness Factor by approximately 13.4%. Podrick’s had me awake since pre-5, because he’s figured out how to jam his fat head under one of the blackout shades. We had a nice Sunday. Shawshank made brunch for us,…