I guess it’s Wednesday? I’ve mostly forgotten the days of the week already, much like it’s getting harder and harder to remember what day number we’re on every evening when I go to post my socks. But I’m trying to keep important things like garbage day, recycling day, stare-out-into-the-forgotten-world-day straight in my head. Especially since having 6 people at home all day, everyday makes for a lot of trash and recycling.
The staring out into the world mostly takes care of itself.
Since I rightfully couldn’t remember the actual day of the week for several minutes this morning when I was choosing socks, something about the wiener dogs just felt right. I’d like to tell you it’s because deep down in my dark, cob-webbed subconscious I wanted to make Weiner Dog Wednesday a thing, but that would be a lie.
The fact is, today is the weiner dogs because weiner dogs don’t need no reason.
And on that note, I have to go take out the recycling.
Pud’n
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