well. i’m here so clearly i am writing. okay. anyway.
we had a thunder storm last week. golf ball sized hail stones. it smashed some of the roofing here, peter and i fixed it over the weekend. it also smashed my garden. it blasted beans right out of their pods. there was nothing but shredded leaves left of one of my pumpkin plants. there wasn’t even a stalk poking out of the ground. i took some pictures. there’s some of me. i hate taking pictures of myself. it feels weird. i don’t like it. i don’t know what to do with my face. you’re welcome to make fun of my gardening hat, everyone else does. and yes, i do like tacos. that’s a pretty weird question.
ah. since when did photobucket add watermarks to photos? i really don’t want to re-upload all this crap somewhere else.
big dog! here, boy
he’s sniffing my pockets for doggy treats. this is just passive aggressive sniffing though, he knew within 3 seconds of me getting out of the car that i didn’t have any. he’s just making a point.
ah, fuck. do i have to post these? look at this dickhead…
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