It begins again

Well, well, well. Another Saturday morning is here. I'm sitting here alone, with a blanket over my head, drinking coffee. I'm not cold, the blanket just gives me comfort. This place is so quiet. The lazies (Vicki and Taylor) are still asleep. I'm trying to plan my day. I may pimp out my new ride, a 98 F-150 pick up truck. The inside smells like something that came out of the dogs ass.