beating off the bagpipes

and retreating with the yeowl of a dying cat

Ya know what?

It takes a lot of energy to go about the goings about of a day.

and after a while?

Putting out all of that energy with great gusto?

That takes its toll.

My foot hurts.

My knees hurt

And I have a head cold.

Dear reader, I know what you’re thinking:

Poor baby.

I know!

And right now?

I’m being a bit of a sook, cuddling under a blanket letting the world pass me by.

I KNOW!

I’m totally wasting my time and watching videos of Scottish Highlanders playing bagpipes.

Here’s the song:

It’s the song that the 78th Highlanders Regiment would play to signal that it was time to fix bayonets and charge like cross dressing berzerkers.

The goal was to strike fear in the heart of the enemy.

Man, if a bunch of men in skirts wearing peacocks on their heads and blowing into instruments that made the sounds of dying cats came charging at me imitating the antlers of a thousand point stag with an acute case of the red hot fiery shits?

I’d run away as fast as I possibly could.

Bur right now?

I’m sitting on my arse.

Maybe I’ll charge at life tomorrow.

And if you’re sitting on your arse?

Enjoy it.

And be grateful that you don’t live next door to a bagpiper.