You know who you are – yeah, THAT John.  Hubby wants to know why you know so much about the state of my *ss.

Yeah, why are you checking out my *ss on-line anyhow?  That bored? 

Heh.

Our turn, our place, roast dead pig -- pick a date in November, whatever works for you and the missus.

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Dear Harald –

Now do you see why I don’t spell that word out?  If people are asking about my *ss in the “real world”, can you imagine it if I let every Tom, Dick and Harriet query Google about my *ss?

I’d have way too much ‘splaining to do with the hubby.

8:06:44 PM    comment []

After fighting tooth and nail with the rodents and insects over the cruciferous vegetables in my garden, I managed not to pick the last of the broccoli.  Kind of thumbing my nose at the pesky little creatures who’ll no longer touch this stuff.

Perhaps that’s why I’m still under the weather, though; I didn’t eat my broccoli.

Standing outside in the chill air taking pictures of broccoli blossoms probably isn't helping, either.

10:54:31 AM    comment []