Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! *waves to the foster kids* How is everyone?
Hey, Gary. You'll always be a hunk in our eyes.
Hey, Clo.
Hey, Bumble B.
Hey, Gary.
Hey, Tea Bat. Any tasty teas abrewin'?
Hey, Dugh, Mum, and Thistle. *scratches Thistle behind the ears* Cold and wet here, too, but Sneakers and I are warm and dry in the living room. I spent yesterday afternoon transplanting my rosemary into pots. It looks good and smells amazing on the coffee table.
I love the idea of a gay Hallmark movie. There was one movie on Hallmark called Boychoir, also titled Hear My Song. An orphaned boy receives a scholarship to a school with a specialized choir program. It's a very good movie, but a little more serious than the average Hallmark production.
Oof. Had a burger from the "King" for lunch. You might feel like royalty when you eat it, but you'll feel like a pauper suffering from dysentery when it comes out the other end.
Cats are assholes. Waffles sound good. All that's left is to call @Curti.
I made cinnamon-pecan baked oatmeal with stewed apples for breakfast this morning.
Good thinking, Marty. Already had mine this season.