Late night thoughts from my tired mind.
Whenever I would tell people how many animals we have they would always make some crack like “Old Lorenzo had a farm”. Then I would say no, a farm produces a product. What we have is more like a shelter.
Is there a man among ye? Apparently not!
Bad things are happening to squirrels around here, and somebody is responsible.
My grand plans of zipping through the lawn work and having a productive day are shot to hell.
We filled out our ballots and I drove them to a drop box.