I'm takin' my first whack at making Porcupines for our dinner. I haven't had those in over 50 years. I had Mom's recipe on an index card, but Marla must've moved or thrown it away, I can't find it. I hope Doc likes 'em, they're kind of labor intensive to make.
That watermelon I bought the other day for $5 yielded over 8lbs. of fruit, the $2.88/lb melons would've cost about $50 (maybe I misread the tag, that doesn't seem right).
Nothing in the news except bitching/lies about Trump/Putin.
T-minus 5 hours when my weekend starts. I suppose I should clean bathrooms and get myself cleaned up before my company arrives.
No, but if you send me twenty bux, I'll tell you a weird story about my handler Punk killing a guy at the Finland Station in Russia, then freaking out about me killing a mole in her back yard a couple years later.
Put your credit card away. If me and Kim are still online, I'll tell it for free if I get shitfaced enough.
I need a shower and to go through Pac's devices to see how many times he cheated on me this week. Just kidding, but his tax accountant is starting to worry me. 🤣
I wrote a blues song about thirty years ago entitled, curiously enough, "Dr. Kimmy Ain't No Dick Doctor" but the rejection letters from the major publishers drove me into a deep funk.
I wrote a blues song about thirty years ago entitled, curiously enough, "Dr. Kimmy Ain't No Dick Doctor" but the rejection letters from the major publishers drove me into a deep funk.
Apparently you were a bit ahead of your time.
Doc is a bit spunky tonight. I think it's the fluorescent bulb in my flying bug catcher in the downstairs bathroom wigging out and flashing like a disco light.
Never a white three piece suit around when you need one.
A heat lightning storm has bubbled up over Howard County, some dramatic bolts, some light entire sky from behind the clouds. Makes me want to move the Fender Loog and Amp out to the sunroom and try not to get too loud.