Tag Archives: Keith Richards

Things I like today.

August 25, 2022 Rivergirl 28 Comments

The drought is still turning our lawn into sandpaper and killing every living thing I’ve planted… so right now? I’m liking these.

Though I’ll have to switch ‘something green’ to ‘something brown’. I’ve got plenty of those.

A duck popping spaceship? I like! Sign me up.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten? I always like him… though the man cave leather club chairs didn’t like his claws.. at all.

Oh yes, that’s a tee shirt I definitely like.

Keith.

If you don’t like him now, no worries. He’ll wait until you do.

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Random thoughts.

August 13, 2022 Rivergirl 20 Comments

Climate change. Pollution. Drought. Shrinking natural resources. Deforestation.

Healthy living my ass. Keep your kale and quinoa, Keith will survive nuclear winter.

Sigh. If only I had a few million to spare.

I actually have not so fond memories of this place. Oh, it was beautiful and swank… but it also happened to be the day I realized I’d become allergic to lobster. I ate it for lunch and by the time we stopped here with friends for a drink in the evening? I ordered a margarita, took one sip and spent half an hour in the ladies room throwing up. Good times.

Not.

Say it isn’t so!

😫

A flight we did at a veteran owned brewery called Stars and Stripes. Appropriate, no?

Keith.

You know he’ll be here even after the cockroaches are extinct.

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Pandemic humor

December 1, 2021 Rivergirl 14 Comments

Things might be winding down on my global plague series, but here are a few more….

You and me both brother.

I can vouch for that.

Oh, the horror!

And don’t tell me you go there for the wings, they’re not that good.

It does make you wonder what untold embalming properties heroin has….

Yup.

That’s where we are.

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Things that made me laugh.

May 15, 2021 Rivergirl 25 Comments

Ah, Keith… he’ll outlive us all. When the earth is experiencing the utter destruction of nuclear winter? Two things will survive… cockroaches and Keith Richards.

Here’s Larry, Curly and Moe. The three wild turkeys that my oh so stubborn husband chases off our property at least 4 times every morning. It’s comical to watch my other half flying across the back yard in his pajamas and slippers, waving his arms like Robbie the Robot, hollering at them to scat…. while the Stooges run to the edge of the property line and patiently wait for him to go back inside.

100,000 people have had nothing better to do with their lives for the past 2 years than read my drivel filled posts. If that isn’t cause for celebration? I don’t know what is.