Oh, they say she died one winter
[06 Dec 2024|11:21am]
More cold, more coochie.
More cold, more coochie.
Shot your shot and blew it
Happy Friday, y’all. The universe saw fit for Shawshank to sleep like the dead this morning. On the other hand, I was awake at least once in the middle of the night, then again around 5:30. The cats snuggled my legs while I killed time until it was time to wake up Shawshank. We spent…