Happy birthday, Beverly!
The mighty gronk of yesterday continued unending through this morning. I now have a BIG mug of coffee, and plan to have another if need be to combat it. Weird dreams tonight, including one about Superman. There was one about driving a c. 1930s open roadster off the road and into an icy body of water, knowing that the original story said that we were supposed to die but there was a re-write for the cinema, so we climbed out and frozenly walked along seeking aid until an older woman found us. She brought us into her nice warm home, and gave us brownies. Then there was one about me looking over the trailer I used to live in in Arizona, discussing buying it with the landlord, and then getting attacked by a swarm of Africanized bees. I couldn't call 911 because there were bees getting into my mouth when I tried to talk.
Happy Birthday Beverly, I hope the coming year is peaceful punctuated by bursts of joy and love and special things.
That's right, schools, banks, the courts and the post office are closed today.
Happy Birthday, dearest Beverly!! I hope it's a lovely day and a new year of love and joy.
the plants would effectively be shut down anyway
Took so many go rounds to change "shot" to "shut" and was basically wondering what kind of lameass hunting season shot vegetables.
what kind of lameass hunting season shot vegetables.
Vegetarian hunters!
(No, not people who hunt vegetarians. Because that would be wrong.)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BEVERLY! Love you, sweetcakes.
Vegetarian hunters!
"You're not gonna believe what I bagged the other day! I took down brussel sprouts with a 22-gauge shotgun. I think I'll stuff them and put them over the mantel."
Hil, I go to the Hour Eyes in Pentagon City, but then I'm not a particularly difficult case (near-sighted with a slight astigmatism in one eye). Dr. Chu has always been thorough and the exam price is reasonable.
"You're not gonna believe what I bagged the other day! I took down brussel sprouts with a 22-gauge shotgun. I think I'll stuff them and put them over the mantel."
"Wuss. You ain't a real hunter 'til you've gone bow-huntin' after some broccoli. Got me a nice hunnerd-point stalk with my compound couplea seasons back. Lots of good eatin' on that one.
My gran'pappy useta tell stories of tracking a pack of asparagus fer four days through the wild and killin' the leader using only a Bowie knife.
*That's* huntin'. Just ask Ted Nugent."
