Bright sunshiny day today, and it appears that some of the bumpin’ snow is melting.
Some of my bumpin’ crocuses are open.
Bumped to say that that is a welcome sign of spring.
Bumpin’ spring is sounding very good!
Bumpin’ spring is sounding very good!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Erin go bump!
Not quite St. Patrick’s Day here, but I suppose I could have a bumpin’ beer now to celebrate the coming day.
I need some bumping green sox.
Should I dye my bumpin’ cat green?
That would be animal cruelty. Might I suggest dying your bumpin socks green instead? And donating them to Beck, who apparently needs green socks?
Oh, sorry, mis-read that as green sex. Right, just get Beck some bumping green sox.
Just another bump.
A late afternoon bump.
Evening bump.
Bumped to ask: Beck, did you get your green socks?
Morning bump.
Bump. For the hell of it.
I nearly missed a week, here. Bump.
Bumped to say, “Welcome back, Yllaria!”
A Wednesday evening bump.