Doods. My FB and Twitter no long link which means it doesn't make it to my blog, so I'm wasting your eye space by testing to see if twitter to blog still works...
The Woman has a new outside toy to play with and it rained all day, so I've spent the last 12 hours listening to her whine about it. Well, she thinks I was listening. Sometimes a guy has to sleep with his eyes open so the delicate people don't get offended.
Tonight I jumped onto the Woman's lap because it was TV time, but she didn't watch anything good. No Doctor Who. No Witcher. No Baby Yoda. I sat there for an hour, waiting for something GOOD, but no. Just... https://t.co/5P0PvWgAET
Last night I sat in front of the fireplace with my face about an inch from the screen, and the Woman got up and turned it on for me. This is how you train your people, doods. It requires patience and repetition, but they eventually catch on.
Ok, I got to watch Doctor Who and now I have SO MANY QUESTIONS! The first is: why have I not gotten my snack yet tonight? But the others...oh...so, so many. #nospoilers
I got all comfy in my mancat cave, ready to watch Doctor Who, and the Woman says we'll watch it tomorrow. Tomorrow! I AM OLD, WOMAN! Let me watch it now!
Tonight I asked for my snack from a respectable distance to avoid damaging the Woman again. I'm not sure how much destruction she can tolerate or how much blood was left in her after last night, so I... https://t.co/WQjM0ADDPG
Doods...I was trying to be nice to the Woman, giving her a nice head bonk when she said she was getting up to open a can for me, but it kinda got away from me and turned into a head butt, and short story long, I made her nose bleed. Like GUSHING. It was AWESOME.
FINALLY I got to see the Baby Yoda Show. Not enough Baby Yoda this week, though. But I dug the action. It was almost Doctor Whoish. And I got the fireplace because I shivered and the Woman was all TURN... https://t.co/giaXhPyn1i
No Baby Yoda, no cheese, they didn't have anything I wanted for dinner, and no one turned the fireplace on when I wanted it. WTF, people? ACCOMMODATE MY WHIMS!
The highlight of the Woman's life this week: no one spoiled The Masked Singer for her, which meant that I was on her lap with my ear too near her mouth when she screamed NO $#&@*@! WAY!
The ringing in my left ear might stop by Christmas...