It’s My Party.


August 19, 2019 by sandwichcontrol

And you’ll cry if I want you to.

I didn’t make a post yesterday.

Because I didn’t want to.

It was Bad Poetry Day.

August 18 – Bad Poetry Day

I’ll begin today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Crackoline Clifton Monte Carlo and Amy the Amazing. Be sure to wish those two amazing women a happy one as well.

It’s also Gene Roddenberry’s birthday.

He dead.

And Happy Cupcake Day!

August 19 – Cupcake Day

Last night we celebrated Beatle Sue’s birthday with a three pound turkey meatloaf and a fuckload of cupcakes.

Jitterbug wasn’t gonna share the cupcakes, but I touched her bottom the way she likes and so she rewarded me with one.

We had a long weekend of people and places.

After our meatloaf feast, I was done with the weekend.

I’ve been having a lot of really intense dreams that cause me to rest poorly at night.

So I was very ready for bedtime by the time it rolled around.

Speaking of rolling, the grindstone is back at it on this early Monday morning.

I should probably get my nose to it.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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