Howdy!
The princess dog let me sleep in today and that was a treat. I perked some Peet’s Major D’s with a dash of cinnamon and the whole house smelled like heaven.
It’s bright and clear and dry, again. A good day to play in the dirt and take the dog for a swim.
Granny Gossip says people are pulling my leg because the dogwoods are blooming all over at her house and I should come see for myself and we’ll have coffee and a vape. That’s a kind offer, but I happen to remember that GG has a tree down on top of her (uninhabited) chicken coop and wants help. She went hacking at it with her 6" battery-operated chainsaw last week and got that jammed in a branch. I’m not interested in getting mortally wounded trying to wrestle a TREE, and declined the invitation. She ought to drive around like Hippie did and find some professional help.
I might cruise around and hunt for some dogwoods in bloom, though.
@Aspenglow , Hi! I’m looking forward to the Ollie picture!
It makes sense. I heard years ago to get vaccines in the dominant arm to “help work the soreness out.”
Why are you slackin’? You know what you’re supposed to do.
Are you aware of the “surprise money” rule? You must spend some of it on frivolous fun to honor the Good Luck Genie. If you disrespect the Good Luck Genie, she might never return!
Are y’all doing slot cars or trains or both on the table? I can’t wait to see!
We had a train garden when I was a child-- it belonged to the boys, alas, along with all the sparkly little Hot Wheels cars-- and that got me interested in miniatures, and that became a lifelong hobby.
That reminds me of how much hell I raised to get my very own green army men-- the boys had hundreds. I begged and begged. Finally one of my uncles gave me a huge bag: cowboys and Indians; with horses!; randomly colored red, yellow, and blue. Looking back I realize he put a lot of thought into the gift-- the boys decided my toy men were girly-looking and never stole any. And now it occurs to me that my uncle maybe planted that idea in their heads.
I’ll be damned. I need to call Uncle Len!