Win Wynn wine
Today was a win, win.
I don't know why. I thought that starting off with a positive upbeat, can do attitude might convince me. But then I threw a comma in and everything went to another dimension. An unfunny one. Where I'm not funny. Nor are you, my loyal reader.
Lets, for the moment, recap the day. I woke up and this is more than I thought I did. So, while it technically can't be a win-win, as you need at least two things in a row; one named win and the other also win, or maybe Wynn. I did have a win day.
The cat begs to differ. Siamese. They keep you honest. Maybe not this one however. She was, excuse me; technically... she is a they or it now. It, excuse me again. It has a name. Quat or Heyyou or Getouttamyface, but mostly Quat. Quat was raised by a dog. Named Simon. It doesn't meow. Barely purrs. Eats only cat chow and stomps around the house like a dog. When we first inherited her my wife and I thought that our youngest child was walking around at night. Except for the stairs and the snake pit, there's nothing wrong with him walking around at night. Except its loud and fear inducing as you quickly go through a list of potential death that may line the house's every corner. Bear trap, transdimensional portal, gmo foods, transfats, cell phone, dictionary (unabridged), ginsu knife set, chains saws (for juggling) or snark pit (damn snark). Just some of the items in my home.
And that's the end of the line for that thought. Quat left and now I'm back to a win day. I think that this line says it best,"---------".
Ah. Yes.
I don't know why. I thought that starting off with a positive upbeat, can do attitude might convince me. But then I threw a comma in and everything went to another dimension. An unfunny one. Where I'm not funny. Nor are you, my loyal reader.
Lets, for the moment, recap the day. I woke up and this is more than I thought I did. So, while it technically can't be a win-win, as you need at least two things in a row; one named win and the other also win, or maybe Wynn. I did have a win day.
The cat begs to differ. Siamese. They keep you honest. Maybe not this one however. She was, excuse me; technically... she is a they or it now. It, excuse me again. It has a name. Quat or Heyyou or Getouttamyface, but mostly Quat. Quat was raised by a dog. Named Simon. It doesn't meow. Barely purrs. Eats only cat chow and stomps around the house like a dog. When we first inherited her my wife and I thought that our youngest child was walking around at night. Except for the stairs and the snake pit, there's nothing wrong with him walking around at night. Except its loud and fear inducing as you quickly go through a list of potential death that may line the house's every corner. Bear trap, transdimensional portal, gmo foods, transfats, cell phone, dictionary (unabridged), ginsu knife set, chains saws (for juggling) or snark pit (damn snark). Just some of the items in my home.
And that's the end of the line for that thought. Quat left and now I'm back to a win day. I think that this line says it best,"---------".
Ah. Yes.
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