I had a few beers and watched the football. The mighty Brisbane Lions didn’t cop a thrashing because they have a bye this weekend. This is irrelevant.
A palm frond on one of the trees has been annoying me. It has half fallen so I decided it was time for it to come down.
Semi dark, I stood on the garden and pulled with all my might. Of course it just came loose with a mighty crack and I ended up on my back in the lawn on a decorative rock with a palm frond on top of me. I almost fell on the three legged cat- where he has pissed off to I have no idea.
It’s the earlier 6 o’clock on Saturday here and it’s just getting light outside. My idiot dog woke me just after 5 so she could water the lawn :rolleyes: , the older cat horked up a bit of houseplant on the kitchen floor, and we’re promised a windy and rainy day. My daughter leaves around 11 on a week-long visit with an old friend, so we get custody of her idiot pug for the duration. I’m already looking forward to next Saturday when she comes back!
Dude, you totally screwed up the lyrics.
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It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Makin’ love to his tonic and gin*
By six o’clock on this Saturday I expect I’ll be at a pub, a few beers in and anticipating Game 2 of the Habs-Bruins playoff series, which starts around 7:15 or so.
I didn’t notice the previous six o’clock this Saturday, as I was asleep. I believe that it should only be witnessed from one direction (a task which should not include any variation of the phrase “wake up”).
It’s 5pm on a Sunday, and Cicero has my sympathy. It pissed rain last night hard enough to knock down the neighbour’s banana tree, and there’s squishy bits of green banana everywhere.
Now that it’s not raining, I bought gumboots. Because I am stupid like that.
