The Old Gray Mare, She Ain’t What She Used to Be
Maybe we did dodge a bullet this time, but do you hear that metallic clicking? That’s the firing squad, reloading.
Eight-Legged T-Shirt Marauders, Oh My! (Updated 8/19/19)
Polly came home late last night and found a small tarantula at our front door. I took its photo because in spite of living in the Sonora Desert we don’t see them all that often. So if it’s all the same to you I’m taking this sighting as a good omen.
Tuesday Bag o’ Asshattery
On the larger subject of MAGA hats and what they represent, I’ll just say that every time I see someone wearing one I expect a young boy in a brown shirt jump up on a beer garden table and start singing Tomorrow Belongs to Me.