Scribblings

Happy Friggin’ New Year

Woke up to find three piles of poop from one of the dogs who was too polite to wake me up to go out. Yep, this year is starting out just about the way I expected it to be. Spent last night listening to Snowy bark and pant as the idiots around my neighborhood set off fireworks that shook my windows. Carm and Nayla slept through the whole thing.

Is it 2020 yet?