I'm at my friend's house with my sister. We decided "Wednesday is for the girls!!!(dance moves)" It'a all Papa Johns, Shocktop and Rick and Morty. Well, my friend is drinking Seaquench with a tequila floater, but some of us have been under the weather all day and hard liquor is beyond our capabilities.
Friend's got a great dog, Rosebud - but, in the nature of nicknames and especially nonverbal animal nicknames, Rosebud lately often becomes "Ro-butt" or even "Robot." I've got a great (fat black calico) cat called Ruth, and I live with my sister. Ruth often becomes "Roofie" or "Woof" (lately, even, "Woo"). Guess what we keep accidentally calling the dog.
Moments in a life. The older I get, the more I fully realize this is my only body and all of its past becomes part of what I carry through each future day. But that's not morbid...it's kind of interesting and cool. Besides, it's probably the best teacher of cause and effect I could have.