Life in General

Gratitude, frustrations, and drunk racists

It’s Thursday again. I don’t know how it happened. One morning I’m (needlessly, I might add) bitching about Mondays, then I’m suddenly writing about food shopping and dinner with Brian’s parents. However, the universe has deemed me deserving of at least one bonus visit to the compound this week. Another of Brian’s uncles is visiting,…

Happy Humpday. I’m awake, you’re awake, Chaucer has his tongue buried in a catnip mouse’s bottom. Looks like it’s a typical morning so far. I woke up to the same thing I fell asleep with: a thunderstorm. At 5am, Chaucer, upset that Brian had just left for the day, started yowling in the living room.…