On my way to worm cows this morn. Who know what Saturday will turn into. Sunday I gotta go over to old son’s house for wifey and me’s 40th wedding anniversary party. I keep telling her one of us would have been our on parole by now. This has all the makings of a three-cornered, peter pull. ( Kinfolk will be present. That’s always a recipe for unexpected "fun").
Whatever happens I doubt I’ll have as much fun as chasing pigs
Last edited by kaywoodie; 10/18/19.
Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester
"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."
WS
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