Good morning, my little internet babies. It’s Friday-Eve, the snow has stopped, and the coffee is hottish. Podrick was his regular meatballbaby self this morning. Wow, that’s really fucking rich coming from someone with a history like AFP. The snow continued for most of yesterday. I don’t think we got much more on the ground,…
Greetings, y’all. Happy Hump Day. We’ve hit Wednesday, and the streetlights reveal that TinyTown has a fresh layer of snow out there. Podrick woke me up around 5am for the usual “I NEED MY MAMA” visit. We cuddled, and he was a sweet boy until he decided he’d had enough and left. I rolled over…
It’s not even 8am and we’ve had a morning. Shawshank works mid-shift this morning, and was up before me. He started the morning routine, only to discover the linchpin of our morning – the coffee maker – shuffled off its mortal coil some time in the night. Then, shortly after I came out of the…