Chloé wore her bark collar lat night, so she was quiet.
Mrs Magill and I did our Wednesday night shopping this morning, taking advantage of the Costco Executive member hour. We came home, did laundry, and read our books. We are just too exciting here.
Squeaky just got offered a job at the Whataburger that’s opening up nearby. We do not understand why he wanted to work in fast food, but here we are. I told him to watch out for his manager. In my experience, fast food managers are the worst - every one I have had the displeasure of working with has tried to get me to work off the clock or engaged in wage theft. I told him that you do not work for free and to never fall for that “We’re a family” bullshit.
We’re still wondering whether we’ll churchify ourselves in the morning.