In which there’s an axe
So it’s Friday and I totally forgot to post anything today. Here’s why:
Also I have a fucked up back and mostly I feel sorry for myself
My dog is a mess and basically keeps falling all over the place because the house has wood floors
I did go buy little rubber booties WHICH HE HATES but he seems to not fall in them
BUT … you can only wear them for a few hours
Well not you, but him … TUCKER …
So basically he is only happy when he’s chilling
On my bed
Guess where my computer is?
Not on my bed
So there’s that
That’s the main reason
And I’m bored …
But here’s a question?
Why is there an axe in my garage?
Yeah, I saw it today
I don’t think it’s our axe
Where did it come from?
Why is in my garage?
Kevin hasn’t been using it?
Or HAS HE?
Is Kevin a closet lumberjack?
He does have one plaid flannel shirt
Is that a sign?
WHO’S AXE IS IN MY GARAGE?
Does this mean an axe murderer is coming?
IS it AX or AXE?
Ok, that was random?
So that’s why I haven’t written a post.
Sorry… but not really