Good morning, world. Sunday morning is sunny, and filled with impatient cawwing. The army has arrived, and has demanded wheatypuffs. Podrick was a shit all night, attacking the screen. We’d pull him off the screen and he’d come sit on one of my pillows and poke until I rolled onto my back so he could…
It’s been a morning. Podrick started super early – we’d only been in bed for 45 minutes when he woke us up the first time. To make it worse, he kept it going through the night. I don’t remember if he woke us at all after the first time, but I know he was definitely…
Good morning, y’all. We’re up, and it’s raining, the coffee is flowing, and Shawshank is paying bills. The farmers will be happy, and so will my sunflowers. These are the perfect size – knee height right now, but who knows how big their heads are. I’d love to do a whole plot of them in…