Hey, kids! Greetings from a small, small place. This is the kind of village where everyone knows everyone, or at least knows someone in the family. It's been both good and weird being back here. I keep seeing people thinking I should know them. "Hmmm. He looks a lot...
Where do you prefer to make your home?
*sigh* Do I have to do everything around here?
I know you just had to deal with me, but SOMEONE around here has to provide your afternoon fix, and I’m the only someone who’s around.
“We’re not in Kansas anymore!” Except, there I was.
Oops?
What’s going on?
Don’t say I never gave you anything.
Why?
What protests? It’s 108!
Well?
Memorial Day dawns.
How are folks faring where you are?
I’m conflicted.
Are you a Goer? *wink wink nudge nudge*
What? You’re out of snarky comments? Well, THAT can’t be true.
I’d be worried the Glibs will be restless and come after me with pitchforks and torches, but I know that you are all abiding strictly by the Stay Home orders, being seriously devoted to proclamations by Top Men.
Yeah, we have free stuff. (Included!)
Thanks, COVID-19!
Hoarding is for Nervous Nellies. And preppers.
Open post! Get your open post here!
Loathe, despise, detest. But flowers are always nice.
What I wanted to say was….
Cheese, Gromit!
So, we acquired a new dog bathing device….