It’s Monday again. I know you’re thrilled. For the moment, the sun is shining. I really want to go outside and play.
Even if it’s just to plant the shit mom wants me to plant out there. Let me soak up some vitamin D and some fresh air.
Knickknack made up a new game last week. She’s determined to raid Chaucer and Mal‘s food bowls. We chase her out of my room at least once a day when she slips past us. We usually catch her as she heads down the hallway leading to my room. Most of the time, she looks like she’s suddenly changed her mind about where she intended to go. She doesn’t miss a step as she changes directions, smoothly sliding around the dining table instead of going down the hall.
We ended up at the Compound for dinner last night. It was everything I expected. There was an argument over whether or not to oil the pasta. I was following the search for Gabby Petito and waiting for the FBI presser. I mentioned to Mom and her friend they’d found remains. The friend instantly – and I mean that literally, we’re talking 2 sentences out of my mouth about the Petito case – offered her input of “yeah, but the Clintons are worse”.
Today, were not going anywhere. I don’t think so, anyway. The weather forecast calls for a 50% chance of rain (in the form of thunderstorms, natch). I’ll probably get dressed and go outside for a bit. Like I said, mom has stuff to plant outside.
There’s poi to spin.
There’s paint to slap down.
Have a good Monday, friends.
Have an excellent day babes!!