Friday Furballs

Here we are, Friday night after a long and angsty week. After a long discussion that really went nowhere about what we wanted to do tonight, The Electrician and I decided to order take out from the Happy Garden, home of fabulous Chinese one neighbourhood over, and finish watching our last box set of Sons of Anarchy. It was a perfect was to spend our time together.

I guess sometimes folks just need to sit home and be absolutely lazy. Sherman and Leroy agree with that plan.

By the time Friday night rolls around I’m usually exhausted. I don’t know how people manage to use Friday evenings to go out and socialize, because some weeks it’s all I can do to stay awake long enough to eat supper and feed the dog.

Tomorrow will be better. I have a glorious, glorious sleep-in scheduled. Laying in bed until a scandalous time is one of the great joys in life. I guess it’s not that scandalous if I sleep in on a weekend, but I just watched the end of the third season of my biker show, so I’m feeling the need to buck conformity just a little bit.

I may even get a tattoo. All I need is a sharpie marker and a mirror.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Can we vote on your tattoo?

    1. Yes, but it will only be temporary. I’m terrified of needles.

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