Convinced the ‘rents to visit tonight, and pulled out the port. Told Mom of the ex-Navy Seal I met at the gym today, and reminisced about Pup and her antics. Lovely evening.
How to have perfect posture:
Okay, @smokey, I timed it. From dump to stick was about 40 minutes. πππ
I have named the wether* Wembley. My neighbor, the sheep’s owner, is a little scandalized I’m naming his food, but I’m okay with it.
* wethers are castrated male sheep kept with rams, for company. One never wants to keep a sheep solo, they are social beings.
This girl cracks me up. π
Injury update: stand a lot (can’t sit, bruised tailbone), walk slowly (torn off toe nail), watch the bruises, endure basic bodily functions (impaired by pain and internal swelling).
Well fuck. I’m a real sheep farmer now. This asshole rammed me not once but twice. Urgent care, here I come. Asshat sheep. π
Well, I guess my winter reading list just changed. Found this list via Mattis’ Call Sign Chaos (recommended) www.marines.mil/News/Mess… π
“Hey, your mom says the sheep like mulberry leaves.”
“They do, they’ve stripped the bottom branches of the leaves in my yard.”
“I have a bin full of them, want ‘em?”
“YES!”
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I keep finding the sheepie lounging under the orange tree in the mornings. I am much amused at their nonchalance around me. ππ
Okay, so, sheep do not like green beans, carrots are fine, and apples are worth sprinting across the field to be first in line.
And during commercial breaks, we’re watching city council proceedings, and hooboy, what an evening contrast. Fascinating to watch how easily a few close-minded people can control the many.
π Nats. Compare to ALL THE OTHER RUNNERS TO FIRST, not just Turner’s run. Fuckin’ bullshit. βΎοΈ
Was so sure the Nats found the bats with the hits in them, and then the bottom of the fifth happened. π βΎοΈ
Somehow I managed to convince the ‘rents to learn Settlers of Catan and play with me and @snookca. I call this Friday night #winning.