As you may or may not know, Appa (our German Shorthaired Pointer) is a trained hunting dog (Meh. Kinda. He mostly retrieves balls and cookies). But what is he trained to hunt? Quail, mostly. I’d prefer it if he could go after something cool like the jabberwocky or Bigfoot, but no. Batman takes him quail hunting and that’s it. With that said, look who showed up next door:
Gobble, Gobble, Motherfucker. (<– shout out to Jenny Lawson of thebloggess, author of Let’s Pretend This Never Happened & Furiously Happy. I love you.)
Mind you, he didn’t just show up. He was purchased for Thanksgiving (neighbor’s admittance) but his kids had a Charlotte’s Web moment, and Handsome Rob was sparred and kept as a pet because he’s some turkey 😊 (<–see what I did there.)
Yes, his name is Handsome Rob, and yes, I named him. Sorta. He’s been around a while, but I’ve been forgetting to mention him because my life does not revolve around neighborhood turkeys (sadly). But: I’m trying to talk more about my everyday life here because I want people to turn to my Patreon and Newsletter (YES. Attempt two coming this spring/summer!) for all things writery, and I want this blog to be a place for people/fans/stalkers to come see what I do when I’m not in the writing cave. Because I do leave it from time to time 😊
On the current 2019 (non-writing) agenda we have:
A trip to Savannah!
A trip to Disney!
A trip to Colorado Springs!
An exciting garage sale!
Why Savannah? Weekend trip with mom and sis. 😊 Why Disney? Batman’s birthday. 😊 Why Colorado Springs? Batman’s pick on the city 😊 (I picked San Fran two years ago) Why the garage sale? We have a ton of shit. I’m living the life, guys. I’m living the life.
Oh, and in a couple of weeks, we’re seeing Sinbad. SINBAD, guys.
Okay, Batman and I are kids of the 90’s, so we grow up watching First Kid, which means this is a BIG DEAL. It’s going to be awesome and fun and I will probably drink one too many overpriced cocktails and be in my happy place. I love my happy place.
How are you? Any Thanksgiving survivors pop over in your neighbor’s yard? What’s next on your life agenda?