Just thought I’d check in from VT. Naturally I miss my wife and cat, but I get along just fine on my own—sort of. The glass of wine I’m sipping is underperforming so I don’t have much to do on the vino front. Besides, reviewing wine alone is just so business—I prefer the social interaction and excited chatter.
Regardless, I had newspapers to sort.
Check out my groovy leftovers. My mother had a plate all ready to go on my night alone at their house. There was some b-b-q chix, sweet taters, some kind of boiled grains that I mixed with Stubs, and pee pee stink sticks, my favorite veg of all time.
I debated between “BOOBIES” (5318008) and “BOOBLESS” (55378008). I dare you.
Time lapse on an antique children’s shoe store bench. There is no way this bench would work with today’s fatties and all—unless one of the carved horse dividers was busted out.