Last night, I wrote a poem instead of working on my microburst – but I think this story, Duck, Duck, Goose, won’t require any modifications but I need to do the artwork.
Hip and Poe are a chaotic mess! Worse than the Rats. I asked them, “Why is your poop in the food bowl?” “Why are you peeing where you sleep when there is a litterbox right there?”
“Leave us alone, you monster!”
“Really!” That doesn’t answer my questions but ok. They make these cute little chirping and purring sounds and they move in this jerky way, it makes me laugh.
Song in my head when I woke up this morning:
I got a photo of my brother from dad – His dreads are so much longer now, but I don’t think he’ll ever cut his hair. Dee and Sabs are on vacation. I share pics with you tomorrow maybe – I’m feeling insanely lazy right now and it’s only 6:50 ish in the PM. Maybe cause it’s all rainy and gloomy out.
BTW: I don’t believe I am strong enough to carry my brother but I can drag him. That counts right? Even though it will take longer for us to get where we are going. “Dude! Don’t ask me to share anything, I’m already dragging you, you son of a burden! And why can’t you walk again!?”
🎶 With a knick, knack, paddy, whack, give a dog a bone. This old man came rolling home. 🎶