Yeah, I am still working on this chest cold but I am slowly getting better.
It might have been the Swine flu but probably just the annual chest cold, what ever.
I would prefer to remain ignorant.
I have cheated death many times already, eventually the bastard will win, I want to make him earn it.
In the mean time, life goes on.
I need to get off my dead ass and clean this joint up.
After being sick for three damn weeks, this place is getting ripe.
The first order of business is to clean out that damn cat box.
Jeeze, as much as these critters are outside, you would think it wouldn't be a problem but I swear, I open the door and they head straight to the cat box and then to the feed dish.
They are currently in their normal state, comatose.
I could give a rats ass about what is happening in the political world right now, I can guarantee ya we are all fucked and don't know it yet.
Fucking bastards, I don't even get a kiss first.
I need to go procure a few items while I still can but that cat box has to go.
Damn, it's only been two days!
I went to grab a beer and got a whiff of that, oh hell no.
I gotta quit feeding the little shits so much.
Little cat turd factories.
The joys of living in a 35 foot trailer.
One stinky sock can ruin yer morning and God forbid ya cook with onions or garlic.
I do anyway because it is just me but ya sure as hell get a nose full when ya open the door.
Thank goodness for Fabreze! Glad trash bags are my bestest friend.
Go buy some food, winter is coming and the economy is being dragged on the ground behind some so called expert economists like toilet paper on yer ex wife's heel coming out of the bathroom.
It's tragically hilarious at this point.
I think I am going to make a pot of beans this afternoon, there is a smoked ham hock calling my name, and corn bread sounds fabulous, I have some fresh butter too.
Thanks fer stopping by.