Every time the dog stands up to look out the window he farts. I think it has to do with the way he’s stretching or something. Why do I have to hear this every 20 minutes.
Sorry, nothing more of interest to write right now. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my day doing very little. (made pancakes for breakfast again, this time with blueberries, yum).
Wait, I just found THESE. If you’re a Bosch fan or you just like fucked up creepy shit buy one (for me!).