Sunday Morning Sip

The LAST Sunday of May! Wow! 

 

YES. IT. DOES!!! 

 

 

Thank you, Wiley. 

Goes good in Wheaties, too! 

Our future. 

Point! 

...coffee running low... 

I feel... a TINGLE... like... 

something is... COMING!!!

 

GAY PRIDE month starts at MIDNIGHT!

FUCK THE MAGA SNOWFLAKES!!! 

 

As I say, just follow the martini. 

And it was a lovely, lovely dream at that! 

 

...a rebuttal from the cat. 

Hey!  Found! Mistress Maddie 

heading out on vacation!!!

 

 

Not so shockingly done!

The final part to the Spring construction projects is DONE. 

Finished installing the switch and outlet in the greenhouse so that we can put fan and light in there.  That 45 minute project only took... 3 hours.  You can see the stanchion going up to the side of the woodshed (a subterranean cable I set  earlier).  It works.  It works.  It works.  

Out running errands last night, husband asked if I wanted to stop at Home Depot; my response was akin to "Oh HELL no!  DONE WITH PROJECTS!" 

Onward.

R 

Saturday Morning Sip

Welcome to the last Saturday of May! 

COFFEE!!! STAT!!!! 

 

Works every time!  

Pretty much on point. 

And it's only gotten worse. 

 

That and a squirrel in traffic. 

Not one, but TWO accordions!   

Those were the days. 

Ah-yup. 

Neither will a lot of us! 

 

CLOTHES!!! WE WANT HIM IN CLOTHES!!! 

There are Klingons in this musical number! 

Your Daily Meme... and MEN!!!

 

 

 

 

Sorry... what? 

 

 

 

Trench Warfare

Project number 5 is completed - dug 70 foot trench (by hand) to plumb in a water connection from the garage to the greenhouse.   

 

Supervisor Goldie...  

 

 

Plumbed the "T" into the water at the garage.

Also my handiwork from when the garage was 

built in 2020. I knew were to dig...

 

 

Finding the course.

 

 

PEX ready to go under ground. 

 

Got everything done, and after testing the line and checking for leaks, filled the hole under the faucet with cement.  Good luck, Mr. Woodchuck.

 

 

 

Tomorrow, hopefully, I will finish the electrical (yes, I do have it on a GFCI protected circuit) for some LED lighting and a fan.  

 

Man!  My traps are killing me...  

 

Oh, and the OTHER project we knocked out this week was building a 15' x 2' x 28" raised garden box behind the woodshed.  Built with 16 - 16' composite deck planks, some PT 2x4's and fence posts.  

 

Before... 

 

Back wall installed...

 

Done.  

Husband is now working to fill the box about 3/4 way with compost and garden soil and has several Jerusalem Artichokes ready to plant. Glad for all the efforts, but so DAMN glad to see May and the last of these projects leaving in the rear view mirror.  

 

Onto Summer.

R
 

 

 

 

 

Your Daily Meme

 

...about my speed... 

 

Lizzo can do no wrong.

I have no love for Pepsico and big, chain restaurants, but love this new spot by Lizzo for Chili's.  She want's her baby back ribs, as only she can sing it!

 

She's funny, and just a superb musician.  Read more over at "Seriously? IMG! WTF!"

She was featured on the 100th Birthday celebration record for Henry Mancini, and performed the "Pink Panther" theme.  It (and that album) were AWESOME!

 

Enjoy! 

Onward! 

R 

 

 

 

Keep it GAY! Keep it GAY! Keep it GAY!

When it comes to SCROTUS and his... delusions... about HIS White House and HIS 250th Celebration of the US Independence, we are just tuning it out.  Well, tuning ANYTHING from him, related to him, etc. out.  Frankly, I have given up on any sense of decency coming out of Washington.  Ain't gonna happen. Just going to hold onto my memories of visiting the National Mall a while back and savoring THAT freedom, and hoping like in Hungary, enough people will be pissed off with all this garbage to get out and VOTE in November.     

That said, caught this on AP News this morning:

 

IMHO, (though I just have zero interest in it) I consider UFC / MMA to be the... GAYEST sport on the planet.  Two dubiously straight, sweaty guys in shorts holding onto each other, usually on the ground, one with his legs wrapped around the other. Intently looking into each others eyes...   It's enough to make Roger Debris clutch his pearls!    

Come on, November.