Back in the bad old days of 0bama, before governors had realized they could lock us all in our homes and kill our elderly and force us to cover our faces in public and shut down businesses by edict with no end date all because of a moderately bad seasonal flu.
Skating is good for the glutes.
I knew girl named Summer in high school. She had a nice end. I’ve got some work to do before the snow falls, so the break in the heat is welcome, but winter always brings difficulties. Yes I know summer doesn’t really end for another 3 weeks or so with the Autumnal Equinox. I don’t celebrate commie holidays, so I needed another theme. I choose to celebrate Labor Day most years by working as hard as I can at something for which I won’t be paid, as a remembrance of what communism really is.
The toe of a dromedary.
First day of preschool. Pray for Oso.
If she wrecks, that’s a whole lotta road rash.
We’re running low on Summer, folks. School has already started in some (commie) school districts. Beaches will be cold and empty soon, but at least we won’t be mowing too many more times.
I think they call this “glistening”.
My workday ambushed me as I was getting this ready, thus the delay. Plus I was up a little late brainstorming with the wife about how to deal with Possum’s extremely limited menu (far, far fewer than the ’30 items’ standard for picky eaters).
A day at the lake.
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.
It’s back in the 60s here and still raining.
She looks ready for some new fighting game I won’t play.
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