MMM 373

Good morning all.  I hope you’re all well.  I have to figure out some way to block the 3rd season of my daughter’s show where they reveal that one of the characters has “two dads”.  It’s not overdone or flashy about this, but it’s a show about art for pre-schoolers.  Why does it need this aberration?  Weimar America, folks.  Part of why I made this series all about mushrooms for a while was a sense that in some small way I was part of the problem, effectively rebroadcasting porn in a sense.  I do find a genuine sort of inspiration (and no small amount of motivational shame) in looking at fit women, but it’d be a lie to say that’s all I’m looking at here.

Tidy room, prolly a hotel.

MMM 371

Power outage yesterday helped us learn that the breaker in the house labeled “barn” might not be connected to, well, anything.  The barn appears to be wired to a breaker labeled “OUT” in the breaker box in the other basement.  Neat!

Big balls around this place.

MMM 369: I’m sick

I need to detox or catch up on sleep or something.  Been sick off and on for a couple of weeks and haven’t been to the gym in going on 2 months, just haven’t felt up to it.

So clearly, these aren’t working.

Pretty smile.

MMM 367

Mother’s Day went well at our house, and I pray the same is true in yours.

Not my mom.

MMM 366:New record!

Got every bit of mowable lawn mowed in 2:50 yesterday.

Wrist tat ruins this.

MMM 364: Financing

I’ve got some running around to do in the immediate future, coping with us being a one-car family for the morning then heading to my credit union to arrange the loan for the new-to-us truck that’s eleven years younger than our old new-to-us truck.  In the midst of that I’ve got morning meetings to not attend.  Good times.

Camo pants.

MMM 363: Not Spring

It snowed here yesterday and my dad tried to tell me that California’s stupidities “don’t affect you”.  My mom shut me down before I could give him a deserved — respectful — verbal thrashing.

Glistening.

BBF

Hello teetotalers, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Big Baisemain Friday.

 

baisemain (beɪzˈmæn) n : archaic a kissing of the hand; thus, a sign of respect

 

 

Your model for today was born May 19th, 1997 in Orlando, Florida.  She stands 5′ 3″, 36E-28-35 and 125 lbs.  Please make yourself comfortable and say hello to Miss Brittney White.

 

MMM 339: End of the Line

Pretty sure this is going to be the last week of hot fitness chicks on the Monday poat, at least as an exclusive set of images.  I’m running low in the binders and going out to look for more isn’t something I feel 100% sanguine about doing anymore as I try to stay clear of pr0n.  So, enjoy it – or don’t – one more time.

iPhone owner.

MMM336: Laborious Day

Depending on the weather, I’ve got a ton to do today inside or out.  I’m either cleaning out gutters and trimming trees or emptying out boxes and helping the wife make the basement stairs more kid safe.

Had my first real car accident yesterday.  Guy pulled past a stop sign (he had stopped, then started again across the road I was driving on which had no stop sign.  I was going 45 or so (i.e. the limit) and managed to slow us down to about 20 before I clipped his right rear corner.  Superficial damage to the Venza, probably totaled his Malibu.  Nobody hurt, Possum barely noticed or looked up from her tablet, thank God, but I’m a little shaken and won’t look forward to driving for a while.

She’s all bundled up for autumn.