Glad tidings, y’all. Happy fucking Sunday. The coffee is coffee-temp, and the cats are snuggling Shawshank. As our luck would have it, we both woke up this morning. I’ve been up, of course- what would my life be like if I weren’t waking up a minimum of 2 hours before I’d like?
Shawshank took me out of the house yesterday. We made the drive out to BiggerTown. Unlike every other time we’ve gone out there, parking was at a premium this weekend because of Christmas shoppers. The secondhand shop was having a 50% off sale, so we got to looking. Shawshank didn’t find anything for himself. I left with a duvet cover, a giant sweater, and a skimpy Christmas nighty. The nighty fits perfectly, and makes me look like a background dancer for the “Christmas is All Around” video in the movie “Love Actually“.
We made our way from the secondhand shop to the discount shop, then off to grab lunch, dinner, and a spare cart for Shawshank‘s vape. It was a nice drive out and back. Shawshank‘s gamed for a few hours before dinner
Today is brunch and chores and all that Sunday shit.
