Tuesday, January 31, 2017

No Use Crying Over Spoilt Onions

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I should have known better. This was not my first rodeo. I climbed right back up on the nag that flung me. Danced with the one what brung me...
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Monday, January 30, 2017

These Rockers Don't Rock

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The Rockers have been taking liberties! Our right-side neighbors, the human parents of doggie Copper, are having their rocks mined off the...
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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Woman Does Not Live On Gas Station Chicken Alone

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Last night, Farmer H and I had pizza for supper. Don't act so surprised! You know that's the other food group around the Mansion. Wo...
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Saturday, January 28, 2017

It's Not What You Think It Is

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Ever since Farmer H retired 40%, navigating the Mansion has become like walking on eggshells. Figuratively, of course. Oh, how I WISH I was ...
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Friday, January 27, 2017

Listen To That Voice In Your Head, HM

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This morning I set off to transfer money for the boys' spring tuition from their credit union accounts into checking, and go into our fi...
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Thursday, January 26, 2017

44 Ounces Forward And One Leg Back

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Saturday I strode into the gas station chicken store and pulled a foam cup, pushed it up against the ice lever for a few cubes, and set it o...
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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

After A Case Of Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, Nobody Can Stay On Their Feet

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I'm not used to it anymore. Can't take the shunning. It was easy when I was running a tight ship in Newmentia. Shunning was expected...
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