1595 Sexpet.


I have done so little outside of trying to catch up on comic related things that every time I sit down to do the blog I find myself at a loss. The things I’m doing are tedious to describe, and I expect to read about.

The only thing I can think about is taking out the garbage. The Teen noticed that it looked like someone had cleared out their fridge. One dumpster had piles of frozen meats and stuff. It made me wonder what the story was behind the waste of it. Maybe the unit failed and the meat spoiled while going undetected? We’ll probably never know… When we got back home I took this mixable putty stuff and repaired the garbage can as best I could. Mice had eaten away two parts this summer, making it hard for the liner to stay around the rim. Hopefully my makeshift repairs will be enough to solve the problem. I hate having to reach in it to get the bag back out. It’s deeper than my arm’s length so I have to really strain to do it and I often get a faceful of vacuum dust, which makes it hard to breathe for a few hours.

That’s as exciting as it’s gotten this week. I’m still really struggling to get back on track with everything. I’m going to get back to it. You guys have fun in the comments.