It was not as I had expected.
After a dip into the abyss, the C Butt went wild.
Just a few Baileys and Irish Whiskeys…. and then, the lights went out.
We have run out of Jameson.
And Shamus is quivering.
And I am looking at the lady…. who is buying the stairs …
Too bad I can’t get the hell up those stairs.
After an hour or so, the Chx B. has climbed the stair way to heaven.
Once again, the obnoxious CB has acted like a goof.
Is it Super Bowl Sunday?
Is it the Sunday before V day?
Or better yet, can I please get my laundry done?
Some days are diamonds.
I hate it when I am feeling depressed.
In reality, and in actuality?
No one really cares.
See you all.
On the dark side of the moon, at noon, Sunday, at Specs.