Happy Sunday!
It’s 73 degrees and yukky grey outside.
Today starts my week of watching piddle pup. I have to be there at 8am. I’m sleepy, I was up until 2 am and woke up at 6:30, I am going to feel like hell later. What am I saying, I feel like hell now.
{{{Taters}}}
Does that included the recently reknitted FCD?
Up, and caffeinated. I put in a new air filter in the Grand Cherokee. I got an extra 1mpg. 
**FCD **is in the shower. I’m next. Then I should pack an overnight bag - no sense waiting till the last second…
And in less than an hour I’m showered, dressed, packed, and ready to go… in 3 hours…
Feeling silly. Amused. Good.
Though with my mood swings, I never know how I’ll feel from one day to another.
Much to do today. I have to go to the store to pick out a container. I will not yet reveal the use of this container, but maybe I’ll tell y’all later. 
Up, caffienating, getting someLego religion.
Midget - why aren’t you baking cookies?
To ship cookies of course!
Because I’m making them tomorrow so that they’ll be fresher when I send them out on July 2nd. 
:::sigh:::
piddle pup is not being co-operative.
I was supposed to be there at 8am to let her out and I sat there until 9:30 and she still wouldn’t get up. She woke up once, yawn, looked at me and rolled onto her other side and went back to sleep.
So I left, I have other pets to care for and I can’t sit there all day. Well I will be sitting there all day later instead of going back and forth, but I can’t sit there all morning.
Then I went to the store and bought hot dog rolls and forgot to buy the hot dogs.
good answer 
Blurf.
Trying to write an angry/threatening letter to the house agency- I’m no good at this…
Do you need help digging a hole? I’m pretty good at it if I do say so myself, I’ve had step-daughters.
Paging BBBobbio!!!
Time for me to log off and get ready to go. Maybe I’ll check in later from my mom’s.
Ciao!!
I’s here! Nuts, contact me off-board and I’ll compose a masterpiece for you.
Da Landlord is gone. Fence up, handrails up, bushes gone and burned. 'twas a busy couple of days…
I got the container. I don’t neeed it for anything hole-related.
I think I’ve already given a hint to the container’s use in my last few posts.
Cookies you can always share if someone shows up, but if you are digging a hole for one, and another shows up, you gotta dig two holes.
There was, as I was irking with the Hippies. Irking with the Hippies involves a place that is interesting, it has been in Houston so long it has landmark status. It was once a Speakeasy and to get into the front door you still have to knock, because it is locked. They have a large outdoor patio, with a huge sand yard and a decent sized covered stage. The place is overrun with Hippies and every night giant clouds of ganja smoke waft up like an offering to the stoner Gods. My Dad saw bands like the Moving Sidewalks and 13th Floor Elevators there in the sixties. There is beer though.
Happy Sunday, Funday all
Jim
Howdy Y’all! Today I have brekkied, deheathenated, made and et N.O.L. and had a short nap. 'Tis rainy and drizzly out so a lazy afternoon at da cave.
I killded the MMP! :eek: