It’s Sunday.We were up early because Podrick is a cat and does cat things at all the wrong times, then I say all the wrong things and make everything worse, and it’s been a morning.
I spent yesterday morning on TikTok. The regulars stopped in. One guy really likes one particular wrestler – JD McDonagh – and I loooove to rib him about it. Would his head look smaller if he wore bigger panties during his matches? You know, his aerial work and flip moves are so smooth because he uses that Funko Pop head as a counterweight. I played Balatro for an hour or so, logging off when Pod started to run around too much. After weeks of fucking around, I finally picked a group of jokers that was cohesive enough for me to beat a purple stakes run. It was on the checkered deck, which almost feels like cheating, but I’ll take it.
Shawshank came home in the afternoon, and we relaxed until dinner time. He made us a delicious dinner of cheeseburgers and tatertots. We watched Nat Geo and compilations of 80’s TV opening themes until bedtime.
