That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. It had nothing to do with that old-man nap evil Trumpists claim I fell into after coming home from the morning water run. Nothing. Nothing!
By the way…
If you’re loading a bunch of stuff into the Jeep, and some of it needs to be offloaded at the Lair and some of it is going on to Landlady’s place, it makes more sense to load the Landlady stuff first.
Rather than the way I did it. Which I totally blame on James Comey.
I poured the last of my stored gasoline into the Jeep early this morning so I could bring all the Jerry cans to town for refilling, because with the deteriorating state of Ghost’s bladder it looks like “do I have enough gas for this” has become a relevant question again. Two or three trips a day turned into a minimum of four. I could just load his protesting carcass into the Jeep and haul him to the Lair, but then I’d have to put up with his sulking for two weeks. He actually snapped at me yesterday, when he thought I was urging him to the Jeep. He never did that before – not to me, anyway. He’s done it to everything else at some point. Swear he’s going a bit dim, but not so dim he hasn’t made up his mind about whether to stay home or come with me.
This morning before the water run I tore off the pier forms and got some digging done. Most of the piers look terrible, to be honest. Turns out chipboard is not good form material. But they’ll hold the bedroom up, and it’ll serve as incentive to skirt the damn thing once I have it built.
Hm. I’ve got two hours before I have to go let Ghost out again. Finish filling in the trenches, or resume the nap? Let me think…
When in doubt, nap. BTW you’re not the only one who has loaded a vehicle ass backwards, been there done that.
Them ‘Russian’ hackers cause all sorts of trouble. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if it was somebody from one of our own ABC agencies…and then, when they are caught red-handed; playing dumb.
I don’t know, but those piers look pretty good from here.
As for Ghost, sounds like he needs a doggie door, a dog run or shut in a mud room of some sort so cleaning up his messes would be less traumatic for everybody.
Anybody who doesn’t snap at somebody from time to time, ain’t worth keeping around.
I was married to a woman once who refused to argue.
Most boring marriage ever.
But then, she wasn’t exactly a dog.
“I don’t know, but those piers look pretty good from here.” even though they’re photographed from the dark, shadow side.
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The truth is out there, Kentucky. And I’m working to ensure it stays out there.