Backtalk: A Medium Place
Hello and welcome to Fur Face Friday, where we soothe the savage breast with only slightly savage beasts. Last week’s precious little mo...
Hello and welcome to Fur Face Friday, where we soothe the savage breast with only slightly savage beasts. Last week’s precious little monsters made perfectly reasonable demands on us. This week they enjoyed the good life they deserve. Like Kiltedpadre’s Cornbread, who turned nine and had donuts!
|
| A true snootful of nom. |
Happy Friday!
The headache has been dealt with (drugs are good!), but it was a quiet day, all told.
How about everybody else?
It was one little section in one store, but it definitely had snow frosted red and green decorations. I'll give them December and a big chunk of November but let us have a spooky season.
It's supposed to be sunny and cool today, so maybe it's a good day to put more plants in the ground before it gets much colder. I've got about 14 more plants the should go in the ground before winter. We'll see.
Today is the day of the hearing about the latest laneway house; I won't be attending. There is a letter from their next door neighbours who are objecting to the size of the build, and I'm have some schadenfreude; it's all well and good when THEY want to put a laneway house in the the backyard, but when it comes to the property next door, and there will be people being able to see into their kid's bedroom, well that's DIFFERENT, donchya know!
How about everybody else?
Cary: “Just who do you think you are?”
Raymond: “Your brother. Or Frankenstein. Or maybe I’m Marilyn Monroe!”
Peter: “Drunk. Blind stinking drunk at 8:30 in the morning!”
Good morning, Balkers. This evening marks the autumnal equinox and then it’s officially fall!
