Good morning, world. It’s another windy day on the prairie. I woke up a bit after 5am, rearranged myself and the blankets, then must have dozed for a while. Shawshank kissed me goodbye, then Pippin came up shortly thereafter and screamed at me. Our Friday was a bit jumbled. Shawshank drove out to work to…
Happy Friday, y’all. We’re up and about, Chaucer just puked, it’s the most normal of mornings. Both cats are walking around trying to find spots for morning cuddles. Yesterday was a busy morning for me. Shawshank snipped all the elastics out of my locs and I disassembled the bog witch hair. After about an hour…
Hello, world. We’re up. I don’t know what time we first woke up. Pippin was doing Pippin shit, mostly centered on bolting through the house, losing her shit. I heard Shawshank up and moving, but didn’t check on the clock. Most amusingly, I woke up with my vape in my hand. I think we dozed;…