No Sir. My Nipple Is Not A Packing Peanut.
2July 16, 2010 by sandwichcontrol
It is Friday. My new article is up on the City Wire. You can read it here.
I slept for crap. Between the kitten deciding that 4am was indeed play time and Pancake Land passing out on the couch and not coming to bed, I just could not sleep. Plus, it was hot. Ick.
Today’s post is going to be short because of my sleepi/grumpi/uninspired- ness. I think Back Alley Trey is coming to help me work on Le Duke’s new house today. Tomorrow, Le Duke and I will start the demolition in the garage in preparation for my new office. Hopefully we will get the floor in as well.
Today is stupid. Here is a picture of a goat.
It is very important that you know your goat.
More soon. ~SC
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I too slept for shit because of a kitten. Strange.
Perhaps it is the beginning of the end.
“Behold, and I saw a horseman. He looked like he had slept poorly and he had scratches on his face. He rode a tired old horse. And the riders name was Kitten Parent.”
So it is written, so it shall be done. Creeping death.