This is me. I am the BOSS of two Humans. Here I am supervising the man-human de-junking on moving day.
Miaowry. The four legged patriarch of the household. Nothing gets done unless he approves, and we have the scratches to prove it.
Category: Nature
Last day there, first thing broken in seven years.
It was a dark and stormy night, except it wasn’t dark, it was around 3pm, and it still wasn’t that stormy….. the dreaded East Coast Low Sydney Storm still had not hit.
We still haven’t really caught our breath yet from the move. We have boxes everywhere, but at least have made our bedroom livable, and the living room bedable comfortable. While Amos was over at her old place finishing up a few things (and her father was breaking things), I thought I would take the opportunity to do the washing up from the last few days that had piled up while we had more important things to do.
A musician, and IT professional, master of the flat pack assembly and now a home renovator. A man of many skills, you could call him a renaissance man. But not in like the whole Renaissance fair type deal. Those things are just weird.