What was shaping up to be the storm of the century threatened us for most of the day today— black skies, low temperatures, wind, thunder, lightning. But then, nothing. Not a drop. I enjoyed being out in the cool breeze though, because judging from the steeply rising temperatures of the past week, today might be the last cool day we see until about October. Such is life on the Med. I can feel your pity. Let’s get on with the show.
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Yeah yeah, another sexy kids’ shirt, nothing to see here, keep moving…
This, on the other hand, you would expect to be for a child, but no. They’re adult sweat pants. Hmm.
Ah yes, I remember the 3th Montana storm, it was much stronger than either the 1rd or the 2st.
No Turklish here, I just thought this guy looked way too happy about his socks.
Guly, Muly, and Zuly are clearly delirious from their time in the desert. Let me know if you have any luck making sense of this one.
Methinks the cat holds a grudge, talking about bunny that way. And anyway, check who’s got the carrots— he’s the thief.
You’ll have to click to view the large version of this one, so to speak.
Yeah, I’m glad I switched to single fill ducks… those refillable ducks were getting a bit messy.
Especially if you are holed on the job.
And if your job is working at a funeral home, even easier.
I’ll leave you with that thought. See you guys tomorrow.
Screw the dead… For when you’ve just plain run out of things to rebel against.
Screw the dead… For when you’ve just plain run out of things to rebel against.