Good morning, world. We’ve reached the final stretch of our weekend. There’s a film of ice across the deck and walkway, which means shit was cold and moist overnight. I feel like I should spend $20 on a plastic disk and make Shawshank drag me to the truck.
Our Saturday was pretty uneventful. Shawshank worked until 2pm, but the rest of the day was ours. We drove out to Slightly BiggerTown and made our rounds. I snagged some more paints at the dollar store, then hit the pharmacy and the discount shop. Most of our time was spent in the grocery store, which was to be expected. We bought some weed on the way out of town.
We arrived back at the house just in time to deal with Chaucer starting his pre-dinnertime routine. We’re trying to sort through bags and portion out meats. At the same time, Chaucer would find the most inconvenient spot to stand in at any given point. We might forget about him, or his dinner, if he’s not directly underfoot.
After dinner, we settled on the couch and Shawshank fired up Netflix. We watched “RRR“. I was a little hesitant, worried about how my toddler-brain would handle the movie’s 3-hour runtime. My fears were unfounded, as the movie didn’t feel anywhere near that long. We both ended up absolutely loving it. I’m trying to force it on everyone this morning.
I don’t think Mom will watch it, but I tried.
