Good morning, world. TinyTown is sunny. It’s lovely, and the cats have their door+table combo set up to soak up the light. Shawshank managed Podrick in the morning, and we he slept a bit … until we heard a noise. A proper noise. It didn’t sound like anything broke, but it was a solid noise. As it turned out, for all the thudding it did, it wasn’t anything serious: Pod had knocked a brick over.
My Saturday was not what I wanted. Shawshank left for work in the afternoon. I planned to make pancakes, but Podrick wanted all my attention instead. Unable to prep without his constant assistance, and knowing what it would be like trying to make batter and prevent my cat from throwing himself on the stove, I gave up before I started. Instead, I worked on styling one of my wigs. It looks a little better, but the hairline is a bit rough, and I need to find a way to stop it from sliding backwards on me. I could just sacrifice a dollar store Halloween wig.
I attempted to stream after dinner, but once again, Podrick had other ideas. First, he was on the TV stand again. Once I pulled him off of that, he ran off to continue his bullshit reign of terror. He climbed every screen in The Flat; no window was left unscathed. I’d run him off one window, he’d run up one of the others. I didn’t want to deal with that shit at all, and shut off the stream after about 20 minutes. I shut off the stream and put the living room back together.
Today is a normal Sunday. We’re watching last night’s wrestling this morning, the laundry is in the washer, and I’m going to make some pancakes in a little while. We’ll go over to Shady Acres in the afternoon for dinner. I have two packages arriving tomorrow, both full of stuff for the spank bank, so next week should be extra smutty.
