With the death (sorta) of tumblr, these got harder to accumulate, but I managed with a few groups on Reddit. With them having pseudo-banned The_Donald, I’m not sure I want to give them even a few clicks a month, plus a lot of those images are simply porn and I have to do a lot of sifting to find the non-nude, non-salacious images. I might have to go back to mushrooms or figure something else out.
Pretty smile.
So if you ever let parts of your lawn “go” in the hopes of making hay out of it, you’ll get some surprises. You may find that some of it is actually rye and timothy, which will grow tall and straight and will become hay readily, but you’ll likely also find that quite a bit of it… doesn’t. You’ll see some grass that has thin, whispy blades that fall down, twist into cowlicks, and generally get matted like a long-haired cat with bad grooming habits. If you subsequently try to mow that, you’ll learn that there’s a limited amount of torque your mower is actually capable of exerting, and you’ll get to do a few restarts, assuming you can even clear the deck and let the blade spin again.
Meg squats is her yoo boob channel.
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.
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.
And another fine week begins in the greatest country on Earth, even if it’s only by virtue of being the least bad.
Those shoes don’t look very sensible.
Mother’s Day went well at our house, and I pray the same is true in yours.
Not my mom.
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.
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.
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
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