Lion forgot the coffee pot again. I figured he’d likely blame it on the fact that I dragged him out the door yesterday, and his routine was broken up. That’s really not my problem. Perhaps he should check on it before dinner to be sure he’s done it. Although, he shouldn’t check as I’m making dinner. We get in each other’s way. It’s difficult enough navigating around the dog. Two people cannot be in our kitchen at the same time.
This morning I got up with the dog, and the coffee pot was still not together. Lion has a habit of remembering in the middle of the night and saves his butt. After he woke up, I went back into the bedroom and snoozed a bit. When I woke up, he was in the kitchen. Phooey. He remembered. The rule is that it has to be put together before I go to make coffee. Mission accomplished. I almost had him—sneaky Lion.
We had leftover pizza for dinner. I took a shower while he snoozed a bit. When I moved over to play with my weenie, I couldn’t tell if I just wasn’t hitting the right spot or if he wasn’t really interested. It turns out he was too full from dinner to want much attention. He always asks if that’s okay. Why wouldn’t it be? It’s not like I can insist he get hard and perform for me. I assume the more I tried, the less he’d want it, and nothing would happen anyway. There’s no reason to punch myself out if he’s not interested.
Today is another matter. I don’t think we have anything planned. I’ve been looking at the lawn. It’s mostly weeds right now, but it will grow again as soon as the rain starts. Do I mow it now to get ahead of the weeds or wait until it rains? Classic damned if you do, damned if you don’t scenario. I’d mow tomorrow anyway, so that leaves today free. I’m sure we can have some fun along the way, especially since I won’t have to whomp his butt.
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