Good morning, y’all. It’s Saturday, and Shawshank stayed in bed until waaaaay after sunrise this morning. I have coffee, and the cats have sunbeams. We’re watching the Olympics, and it’s currently dressage Crip-walking horse time. It’s all good.
I took a break from Just Dance yesterday. The weather wasn’t nearly as warm as it had been, but I’m tired of being discouraged after doing only a couple of songs. Instead, I scheduled a week’s worth of spank bank posts. Chaucer and I shared a cinnamon raisin bagel, by which I mean I ate the bagel and he licked melted butter off my plate.
Aside from the heat killing my vibe, I streamed for a couple of hours until Shawshank came home. It was a pretty typical afternoon in chat.
He came home with a couple of packages from Temu for me, so I finished my boss fight and let him have the controller for a while. Three of the items I’d received were anniversary presents for him. The rest of the stuff was either hair, or shit for my hair. I hid behind the pirate chest we use as a coffee table and wrapped his gifts while he played Tears of The Kingdom. After a date night where we convinced the cook to make my normal burger with a fried chicken burger instead, we came home and settled in. I tried to enjoy a bubble bath, but it’s just too warm for it. I couldn’t handle sweating in the tub. If I wanted to feel water running down my skin, I’d have taken a shower.
This is our shopping week, and we’ll be taking off as soon as I can assume my human form. It’s going to be the typical rounds through Slightly BiggerTown – groceries, lunch, and the weed store. The sun is out, it looks like a nice day, and maybe we can enjoy some backyard bong rips again.
