It’s a little early but like a horny college student I’m going for the pigs early in the evening. Next Tuesday in addition to it being the best SOTU ever it’s also the Chinese New Year aka Lunar New Year aka Spring Festival aka A Day No Cats Would Die.
You’ve got a little less than 2 weeks until Summer 2018 ends. Make the most of it.
Kitty phone.
It’s still pretty darned hot here, but the nights are getting cooler. Make the most of what remains if you’re due for snow in a few months.
She looks good in snow.
We did a full 48 hours without mom this weekend, and it went as well as could be expected. I was exhausted afterward and just barely made it out of bed this morning, though. Should be a fun week on the job.
It took 45 minutes to get her hair to look right. Just speculating.
Been in the low to mid 90s for about a week, hot enough that I’m afraid to run the lawnmower and haven’t even wanted to go outside to do anything, even though it’s been sunny. Did about 5 hours in the lake swimming with the family on Saturday, and that about wrecked me for Sunday. Did manage to cut down a small cherry tree on Friday that was way too close to the house. Debating whether the apple tree needs the same treatment. What kind of moron puts an apple tree 5′ from a foundation wall?
Kayli Ann
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.
I managed to get behind on work over the weekend, so today will be quick.
Looks warm there.
Because this is a classy place
&
I am most assuredly a classy guy –
Some Music:
Some Poetry:
“”Sing, sweet bird, I kneen nat where thou art!”
This Nicholas anon let fle a fart
As greet as it had been a thonder-dent
That with the strook he was almost yblent (blinded)
And he was ready with iron hoot
And Nicholas ammyd the ers he smoot.[7]”
Some Art: (no not that kind)
The binders, that is. Also, work is going to be weird this week. We were supposed to be doing a huge thing that required travel and burning disks and now that’s in a Puerto Rican warehouse.
Matching outfit.
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
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