Ahh-ite, line up, time to get the weekend kickin’. Pupster took a hike is away smokin’ dope and head bangin’ with his buddies on the left coast working hard. Handing the keys to an unstable person is probably a sign of stress. We may need to put up the H2 emergency signal for the West Coast Cabal to go bail help him out.
Clean sheet night, one of the small pleasures in life.
Mrs. jam2 recently splurged on new sheets. She went on about thread count an shstuff I usually don’t pay much attention to, but I must say they are comfortable.
Mare got this tip from Carin, who got it from MJ, who got from where ev :
While her folding tip may need some work, her diet tip is legit.
So the solar box we’d initially bought to power the horse fence lasted approximately one day installed, then stopped delivering the requisite zap. So yesterday I dug a 60′ trench, buried the cable, and now our new fence is on-grid and the solar box is hopefully going back to the factory for a stern talking-to. Fortunately (?), all four equines are still with us. Still lots and lots of unpacking to do, but I’ve got Thursday and Friday off this week as a gap between contracts. Should be plenty of time.
High-waisted.
If I walk the edges of the giant rectangle that is my new yard — even cutting the corners to avoid brambles and lightly wooded areas, it’s a little over a half mile around. That means if I wake up, go out and do chores, then walk the edges to check on things, I’ve got a half mile walk, and I didn’t even have to leave home to do it. Do that 2-3 more times a day, and you’re starting to talk about a decent amount of exercise, plus the security of looking at all of that throughout the day, keeping an eye on potential problems or developments. Going to try and make that part of the new routine.
Cobra pose.
It could be all a lot worse if Hillary was in office. Go Donny Two Scoops!
My car is misbehaving. Gotta take it to the garage peeple so that they can come up with some kind of bullshit list of offenses that may or may not fix the problem.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could just rub a little ointment on the car, buff it out, and there you go – good as new?!
Update/car in:
A little collection of the things I found this morning on Facedouche.
Plus this comment from who knows who:
How do police keep bringing in these mass murderers alive, yet use deadly force at traffic stops?
And finally a link to <a href=”https://johnpavlovitz.com/2018/04/23/waffle-house-shooting-a-white-shooter-a-black-hero-and-white-presidential-silence/”>this article </a> which is vomit inducing.
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
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