Relax, It’s Friday Night August 6, 2010
Posted by daveintexas in Ballistics, Gardening, Law, Nature Shit, Personal Experiences, Sidebar Flag Bullshit, Sports, Terrorist Hemorrhoids, Travel, Websites.trackback
I thought I had hacked these back too far in February, but everything here lately has been springing up lately*.
Take a load off. Have a drink, or a smoke, or even both.
Life is good.
This picture is centered. For her pleasure.
* except water lilies and I don’t even want to talk about it.
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So pretty.
We have orange trumpet vines, growing like weeds on the retaining wall that is east of our property (not far from the Puking Lions).
The hummingbirds like them.
What about the water lilies?
Our trumpet vines are actually forming these big seed pods at the top.
I’m thinking the flower show is about to end.
You ain’t gonna believe this harrison, Laura still doesn’t believe it.
Those fuckers are as dead as Julius Caesar.
What about the water lilies?
They are not blooming.
*glares at Laura*
Right now, we have hardware cloth covering the water feature, to discourage the fucking egret that ate our fucking goldfish (except for Harry, who is a sly little dude) while we were on vacation.
So the whole water feature looks like shit with that hardware cloth on it, while we watch out for the egret.
Laura did not warn us that water lilies would turn into such a hassle.
*glares at Laura some more*
Goldfish are not free. You gotta pay 27 cents to replace them.
Julius Caesar lives on in our hearts and minds, however I’m pretty sure two thousand years from now, Michael’s water lilies won’t even garner a mention in the annals of history.
Not unless they go all bloodthirsty and shit like those vines in that movie the Ruin’s and start sucking peoples eyeballs out of their heads which I doubt water lilies have the gumption to do.
You gotta pay 27 cents to replace them.
Plus sales tax.
I’m pretty sure two thousand years from now, Michael’s water lilies won’t even garner a mention in the annals of history.
Maybe not. But Harry showed some gumption by dodging that egret.
I can certainly see the propensity of violence and built up angst emanating from a tomato plant that is forced to hang upside down from one of those hangers and be tortured like that, I’m sure peppers feel the same way.
We deserve what ever comes our way from the tomato and pepper plantcommunity.
Pretty Dave. Thanks for sharing.
I would enjoy a drink, but the pooches need their walk.
The lovely Waterlilies that the Lovely Lauraw sent us are doing great at Camp Geezer.
I may even post a photo.
shut up.
*bastard