Right and wrong.

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Most of the time my Facebook ads get it wrong.

I don’t need ball wash soap or help with a bigger orgasm. I also don’t need ball hammock underwear, yet the hits just keep on coming. The latest is Halloween themed… and so very, very wrong.

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Do I need to see Frankenstein gettin’ his freak on? I most certainly do not.

But every once in a while, the algorithm hits a bit closer to the mark.

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And horrible grammatical translation aside, at least this one includes alcohol….with undertones of barn bar which we all know is near and dear to my heart.

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Planning is key.

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I went outside Saturday morning and found my husband had started putting sealant on the barn porch.

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I used to do this every 2-3 years but since blowing out my knee last fall, the job fell to him this time.

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He enlisted a friend to help and they were hard at it all morning.

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I made them a nice lasagna lunch, cleaned up the kitchen and went out later in the afternoon to check the progress.

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Things were rolling along fine until the end.

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When my husbands superior planning skills were fully evident.

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🤣

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Random drivel

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We enjoy our nightly skunk visitors, occasional air pollution aside. They’re comical to watch but their presence often involves residual piles of poo. That normally isn’t an issue, but this morning’s deposit has definitely crossed the line.

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What up skunk!

Three acres of grass, fields and woods and you have to void your bowels on our kitchen landing?

Not cool skunk, most assuredly not cool.

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Well that’s a unique wine review.

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And apparently not well received.

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Have you ever wondered what your cat is really thinking? Judging from this picture of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, I’ve done something unforgivable.

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Damn it, now I can’t either.

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