Get in the car, we're outta here

Wednesday

Steve has the gun range tonight. I've got the finale of The Masked Singer. At last. Almost done.

I don't care who wins it as long as it isn't Frog.

Why? Because rapping isn't singing. This is called the masked SINGER. I don't want a non-singer to win.

I may bead while it's on; I may not.

Otherwise, reading and sleeping.

Have a good day

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster