Normally, a conversation with l0b0t is a pleasant experience. Thursday's conversation? Not so much. Well, I'd been trying to figure out what I was going to do with the downstairs, now my hand is forced. And a new floor in the front room upstairs. Links? Well, bye....
We're a little skinny on snow this year. And although the osprey haven't returned to their nest along the river, Spring is speeding towards us. Farmers are going to have an issue with water. Links? I am dumber for having read this. That's just good product placement,...
New daughter is having her bridal shower at the Spud domicile today. It looks like the house puked Hawaiian kitsch. Whadya gonna do? She deserves a happy day. Links? Maybe best not to have another melt down. He can't even find a Democrat donor to loan him a plane....
Thicc?
Whatever.
Time for those sweet, sweet, commie holiday links.
Spud’s triggered.
It’s happening…
I have an excuse.
A lazy Saturday afternoon.
Not this year’s garden.
I’m tired.
You know you want a big, heaping hunk of…the links!
Not gonna do it.
Howdy.
Adulting appears to be kicking Brett’s ass.
I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with...
Let your freak flag fly.
Summer has arrived.
A story of a first loser.
Coming to you live from god’s country in the manliest of time zones.
Florida tiny house.
80s and 90s last week, 60s and raining today. Ah well. Better than nonstop 90s and an inversion layer. Oh wait, that’s next month.
96 and sunny yesterday, 65 and raining today. Go figure.
Thank you to all the Gold Star families that persevere, despite the loss.