The Ninety Hundredth

The temperature this morning after I took my walk was 75-point-something. Little bugs are landing on everything including me while I slept last night. The wind is blowing, rather ominously. It looks like there are storms brewing. Today would’ve been The Commander and Jack’s 63rd anniversary. My brother would’ve said, “the ninety-hundredth.” No one is going to Yellow Knife this year. If you can get your hands on some champagne, drink some!

4 Responses to “The Ninety Hundredth”

  1. Webmomster Says:


    here’s to the “63rd That Isn’t”!

    Hope y’all’re celebrating this one up proper!

  2. froogy Says:

    Betty, Bugs & Horsey, and us and Grinch if he shows up. Otherwise we just send food home for him. The Twinz of Terror are still out on the North Country Trail somewhere. I haven’t heard from them. We’ll see if one or both of them show up.

    Purchased some very small pots for ashes at the art fair today.

  3. froogy Says:

    grok grok grok grook!! Hey, Kayak Woman, ya ol’ witch!! You ‘r’ NOT s’posed t’ be usin’ my name. Git offa my account! grok grok.

  4. Webmomster Says:

    oh, man. missed the Soo Art Fair YET AGAIN!!

    sheesh. how many decades has it been since I’ve been to one?!?!?!?