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.
I tried very carefully adding to the binders last week for the first time in a long while, and I was able to do so without incident.
Violet leggings.
Turns out there were a few images left, and Roamy said she kind of missed these, so here’s an old-school MMM poat for a change of pace.
Happy Martin (LK) Mushroom Monday!!
Whose turn is it to make breffiss?
Everything pies are always a great way to celebrate MLK Day amirite?
For the bacon and eggs crowd – here ya go, ya boring bastards.
Now onward and upward to mushroom stuff that MJ (aka Mushroom Junkie) soooo looks forward to on a crisp and beautiful Monday morning.
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.
You’ve got a little less than 2 weeks until Summer 2018 ends. Make the most of it.
Kitty phone.
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.
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May 21, 2019
“I don’t give two shits if people think I’m nuts, it’s no worse than being called homophobic, denying trans people the opportunity to be mentally unstable, thinking that race is irrelevant, not liking sex or not liking a sex I don’t know but I hate that bitch, Hillary.”