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!
August 1st, 2006 at 4:47 pm
*skoal!*
here’s to the “63rd That Isn’t”!
Hope y’all’re celebrating this one up proper!
August 1st, 2006 at 4:51 pm
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.
August 1st, 2006 at 4:56 pm
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.
August 1st, 2006 at 7:00 pm
oh, man. missed the Soo Art Fair YET AGAIN!!
sheesh. how many decades has it been since I’ve been to one?!?!?!?