With your caucus.

Speaking of us lefties…

Happy Paper Snowflake Day!

I made that.

Aren’t you proud?

Yesterday it was back to the grindstone.

Jitterbug asked before bed on Grismas night if I had had a good holiday.

I said I hadn’t gotten everything that I wanted for Grismas.

She looked puzzled and ask what else I wanted.

I looked at her with my most handsome bedroom eyes and softly whispered in her ear:

“I want to eat half an Ambien and sleep for eight straight hours.”

And then she said “Do. It.”

So I did.

And oh my cod it was amazing.

I woke up yesterday refreshed and ready to face my day.

I didn’t hurt all over. I didn’t have a headache. I didn’t feel like total dogshit.

Best. Grismas. Ever.

Fuck a bunch of buying each other stuff for special occasions.

Real love is telling the other person that they can take the night off and you’ll handle everything that comes up.

Whereas you both normally split the bullshit right down the middle.

This is one of the many reason I love Jitterbug.

Yesterday was a good and productive day.

And today is going to be the same.

I’ve got a meeting with the Blacksmith this morning to discuss how glad we are that Grismas is over.

Then it’s off to work with a client, lunch with Jitterbug, and taking GooGoo to the dog wash.

I should be in the backyard burning privet the rest of the day after that.

In case you’re in town and need to see me.

Otherwise, don’t come over unless you’re ready to work in the backyard.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC