.
Wouldn’t it be great to always have an umbrella handy?
.
.
No more rooting through the nightmare that is your hall closet or under your lost french fry infested car seats.
.
.
Every time it rains?
.
.
You just flip your built in umbrella up over your head… and the problem is solved.
.
.
I saw this ad a while back and knew I had to try it.
.
.
I mean really, how could I resist?
.
.
Though despite the name, I won’t be rubbing it on my bum.
.
.
I have no earthly idea what cupuacu butter is….
.
.
But the fact that the cream is actually pronounced ‘boom boom’… makes it worth the risk.
.
.
I’m not loving or flaunting what I’ve got. Nope. Not for years, there’s just too much of it now.
.
.
But this stuff is rich, delightfully creamy and smells absolutely fabulous. The scent is almost strong enough to wear as a light perfume. And if the guarana wants to tighten my thighs? Who am I to argue.
.
.
If it could do something about my hot flashing red cheeks? I’d buy it by the barrel.
.
.
What… you were expecting Christ and the Madonna?
.
.
Sorry, wrong blog.
.
.
On my page you get momma chucker and the baby that sticks close to her side.
.
.
She’s started to swat them away when they try to nurse….
.
.
But brings them to the buffet every day.
.
.
Happily they love to eat broad leaf weeds.
.
.
Because momma’s not sharing her apples.
.
.
Starling photo bomb on the left.
.
.
The little guys (girls?) are branching out and feeling more comfortable in the backyard.
.
.
We often see 3 but rarely all 4.
.
.
Momma wanders off now and then but usually shows up at apple time.
.
.
Not that she shares mind you.
.
.
As much as I despise them for eating my flowers, it’s hard to stay mad when you see the little ones scampering around.
.
.
.
I believe I’ve found heaven right here on earth… and it seems I’m not the only one.
.
.
Yes, boys and girls…. dreams do come true.
.
.
Alcoholic ice cream. Be still my heart!
.
.
Oh, yes.
Yes please!
.
.
Couldn’t have said it better myself Joe.
.
.
Nutrition facts? Who cares! It’s ice cream made with bourbon. ❤️
.
.
Excellent idea. An adult Good Humour truck ! I’d chase that sucker down the street for sure….
.
.
My mouth is watering already.
.
.
I’m good with that.
.
.
Yikes!!! $28.75 per?
.
.
On second thought… I might just drop a scoop full of Breyers in my Woodfords Reserve and call it good.
.
.
I’m not sure why…
.
.
But momma woodchuck always looks pissed off.
.
.
Is it because her children are always under foot?
.
.
Or because the pesky human woman keeps spraying all the tasty munchies with coyote urine?
.
.
Maybe it’s because her tatas are hanging so low they scrape the rock wall.
Tough call… but I’m going with gravity. That’s bound to make any woman cranky.
.
.
No, I haven’t run out of these yet.
.
.
Hmm… Black Haddock has possibilities.
.
.
And it’s better than yesterday’s… Blue HoHo.
.
.
That’s easy….
.
.
I know it’s a staple of childhood sandwiches and a good source of protein as an adult, but I completely despise the stuff. The mere smell of it makes me nauseated. I don’t care if you cover it in chocolate… I’m not eating it.
Nope.
Uh uh.
Never.
And if my husband comes at me with that nasty nut breath? I’m not kissing him either.
.
.
Remember my pretty little petunia?
.
.
It’s not pretty anymore.
.
.
And my colorful little leftover flower bed?
.
.
Not nearly as colorful now.
.
.
Yes, the baby woodchucks are on the move and munching their way through my gardens… not to mention my wallet.
Cute? Yes. But cuteness will only get them so far.
.
.
I spread this around my garden today and if it doesn’t work?
I may have to invite the real thing for dinner. ( Kidding, but tempting.)
.
.
.
Last weekend my husband installed the downspout on our new back deck guttering.
.
.
For some reason (Far be it for me to question his process. But I did… and was told to go back in the house) he decided to reroute the water’s path and secured the spout to the side of the corner post instead of the front.
.
.
He was proud of how it turned out.
.
.
And while it passed the water test as far as leaks go…
.
.
With liquid gushing out the end freely….
.
.
I did take issue with the placement.
.
.
Because, call me crazy….
.
.
But unless the rain is going to hook a 90 degree turn and drain into the pipe as it’s supposed to…. we’re going to have a mess.
.
.
.
Our backyard has been seeing a lot of visitors lately.
.
.
And baby chucks are learning where the buffet is located.
.
.
Yes, damn it.
.
.
She’s still here.
.
.
I don’t think momma Chuck is enjoying the competition for apple slices.
.
.
But babies like the grain as well. And climbing in the food bowl is always fun.
.
River's world..... 