you know how they say you should never go to bed angry?  (the implied threat being that one of you will sell the farm during the wee hours and the survivor will have to live with the guilt that leaving the toilet seat up one too many times did you in)

anyway, it occurs to me that if one does not blog during the weekend then one should not leave their final post on Friday to be one of scratching asses and sniffing fingers…..

what if one of us were to sell the farm this weekend? 

here are some pictures from a local restaurant’s ladies’ room …. now I feel better, don’t you?

The topic for this month’s spinning guild meeting was skirting a fleece.  Which answers the question, ‘The wool is off the sheep, now what?’  One of the members volunteers at a local learning farm.  She brought in the fleece from the farm’s Jacob sheep after their annual shearing.  To be more precise, she referred to them as a bunch of inbred knuckleheads bearing some resemblence to Jacob sheep…..

We were all invited to take some home.  My bag of fleece has not made it into the house – it is sitting on my front porch.  It is far too ‘ripe’ to cross the threshold.  Full of shit, piss and hay.

I betcha this is what Bruce smells like after 3½ hours onstage.

still not sure what I’m talking about? 

How about the magic of Scrath-n-Sniff?  here’s what to do, scratch your ass and sniff your fingers.

That’s what this thing smells like.

now go and wash your hands.

Cara went to see Bruce last night, I wonder what she smells like?

you know, they say "You Have a Friend in Pennsylvania". I have more than that, I have friends and family.

not that you could tell by looking at my Frappr Map.

ahem.