Night time visitors continue to surprise us when we walk back from the barn.
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And while surprising us is no big deal? Surprising them can be.
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A friend of my husbandâs gifted him this Red Sox clock. He loved it and immediately hung it on the man cave wall. I on the other hand, realized itâs outdated. It says â7 time World Championsâ when the number is currently 9. The reason for the gift is now apparent, at least to me.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He couldnât care less.
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Behold the wonder I found at the package store. Margarita wine! Taste test and review to follow..
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Our neighbors have all the luck. They get an exotic bird with iridescent plumage….we get a red squirrel bitch with sharp teeth.
Ah, Keith… heâll outlive us all. When the earth is experiencing the utter destruction of nuclear winter? Two things will survive… cockroaches and Keith Richards.
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Hereâs Larry, Curly and Moe. The three wild turkeys that my oh so stubborn husband chases off our property at least 4 times every morning. Itâs 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.
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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 isnât cause for celebration? I donât know what is.
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This small bottle of supposedly outstanding margarita mix a friend gave me was funny for one reason only.
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10 cocktails? From that mini container! Clearly theyâve never bellied up to our bar.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
River's world..... 