The latest toy.
Too bad it’s not, like, exactly fishing season. Not that it’s a bad time to fish, it’s jut not an excellent time to fish.
Truly, one of my favorite Gemini friend, a darling, nay sterling, lass invited me out for coffee which then became her dog in the creek, and as long as the dog was in the creek, so was I, then it was off for some BBQ. And some live bait.
My next project, I think I want to start a ranch. A worm ranch. Yeah, I think I can get one going, I just need some shredded newspaper and manure. I hope the neighbors don’t mind.
“Dude, how many pictures of that sign do you have?”
Bubba Sean and I were over at Sandy’s for a light dinner. He was rattling on and on about an issue at work, and how he going to invoke several different faiths, just to get something installed.
Sandy’s neon, at sunset, just about this time of year, is an amazing sight, While it was shaping up to be just such a sunset, we didn’t manage to dither long enough. I mean, he was parked on the sidewalk. Thursday’s special: burger, fried, drink for $2.79.
