A postcard perfect morning, blue skies, 55°F, and a whisp of a breeze. Family bbq today (just grilling, no low and slow). I need to prep the beef kabobs soon.
Got the morning's Odious Chore knocked out. Gave the guest the $0.02 of The Manse. There's a lot of work to do around here, but it's already headed in the right direction, so that's good.
And we scored some of the snobby variety of the locally grown tomatoes while we were out.
A relative is coming to town and lunch is in the forecast. Wat is thinking of dressing like Lee Marvin's character in The Wild One.
Another good day, the grass was cut, the porch given a quick coat of paint and one step that rotted long before its time repaired.
A summer full of this weather would be appreciated if those who have higher powers would put in some good words please.
Happy motherfucking Independence Day!!! Because it needed to be said.
Got up early, cooked for the neighbor woman's cookout today. We gots tater salad (and it's damn good, too!), cole slaw, burgers, dogs, buns, and we cut her grass for her. Oh, and I have some veggies to cut for condiments-n-garnish.
Happy Tuesday!!! Wat is on staycation this week. Got some shit done and got more shit to do. There's a weasel in every pot.
T-storm season is upon us. We got rain in the forecast purt-n'ar every day this week and next. It'll be of the spit-n-dribble or the frog strangler varieties. Not much in between.
The cookout went well. It was fun seeing a younger person taking it upon himself to come that chat with the old farts. Taking one for the team. They had fun, and so did we. Got a couple of pictures of three chicks on a bike. And my visitors asked why all the women were wearing their shorts up their asses. I told her, because 30, that's why. They also were all wearing boots, too. Must be the fashion. Meh, Wat cooked the burgers, masterfully, he added modestly.