Well, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it's probably not a chicken dinner.
Woke up at 8am to detroit amber alert alarm. dogs went ape shit. let dogs out and turned on oven. took shit. let dogs back in, wiped bulldog's ass (she has a f'd up tail and either $4k surgery or you wipe her ass for life, she's now 12). washed hands, put cinammon rolls in oven. turned on the youtube on tv. frosted cinnamon rolls after removing from oven. pondered if i should go outside and start up the heat in the workshop. decided to go downstairs and play pubg. doing eBay listings now. still haven't heard wife get up.
+1 for washing hands I feel for you. Our second senior cat will leave her meds induced diarrhea near, but outside the liter box, turning an entire spare bedroom into a minesweeper game of "can't step there anymore" and carpet patches replaced by foam flooring from Lowes. Eventually the wall will be partially knocked down and it'll be a second office for the wife. I don't want them to die, but it's kinda cramped in this room.
Add a dog and you get up 30 minutes earlier to take a walk in the joy of a breezy 5 degree (Fahrenheit you metric heathens) January morning.
luckily it was in the teens today. 9F right now, then back in the 40s for next weekend, then back to the teens again
Trizz popped his cherry last night. .45 caliber murderlation. We then went on to place #2 in the round.
Found this in my google images... I see @lousypirate and @Donald Draper ... apparently I was lit enough to not actually remember winning the game... #0killwins woo 11/19/17 11:40 PM
