She’s just pissed off that she can’t sleep in my spot tonight.

She’s just pissed off that she can’t sleep in my spot tonight.

I ordered this for Harry’s move last week. Really could have used it, but it wasn’t delivered on time.

I’m home at last and Patches couldn’t give a shit.

I wrote a short novel last night where I listed my happiest moments and one of them was Harry coming around after the diabetic ketoacidosis nightmare.
This is what I was talking about.
November 16, 2015.

Big honkin’ garter snake.

Helicopter flying directly over my head.


Twice now I have had trouble opening up the patio umbrella. The boom arm thingie won’t slide into place correctly. Last time I was able to do it but today it didn’t quite open all the way.
Shit.
I was able to refill the line in the weed wacker, but it doesn’t quite auto-fill as it’s running. I can work around that, but still…
Shit.
The grass is 10 feet tall. Today is the only day I have to cut it. It looks like it poured rain last night and it’s starting to rain again.
Shit.
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