If we were having coffee, I’d ask you to pour. I’m still rather stove up from falling off a ladder yesterday. It was more like I “flew off,” with a very hard landing on a cement walkway. I didn’t have the presence of mind to take a selfie. I know that’s protocol these days.
Instead, I had to ward off the all-healing doggie kisses from my eskie Chules, make sure nothing was broken (you know, like my ladder, the screwdriver I’d been holding, the cement walk…), and then make it into the house while I could still manage the porch step.
The good news: I had cold brew coffee on hand, so I didn’t have to set up the coffee maker this morning. And I have poppy seed muffins. Help yourself.
I’ll have to keep this brief, though. I need to try and get Chules out on a walk before the muscle relaxer meds kick in. He was very upset last night when I couldn’t chase him around the house and hold our nightly wrestling match. He’s very good at laying on the guilt, with his whining and pitiful puppy eyes.
Thanks for stopping by. Mind the ladder on your way out. It looks innocent enough, but it has a mean streak a mile wide.
Thank you Diana at PartTimeMonster.com for hosting the #WeekendCoffeeShare.