It’s been a rough week at the old grind. I’ve been more covered up than mosquito netting at a nudist camp. Changing to WordPress was easy enough. Now I have to learn how to use it. Right now, I feel kind of out of…
Well, I finally made the leap from Blogger to WordPress. As usual, procrastinaton and laziness played a big part in the delay. Connie is having a sale in the cabin this Thursday August 30th thru Saturday September 1st – hours from 7 am to…
My original intention was to title today’s Friday Flash fiction Foggy Mental Breakdown in honor of the Steppenwolf song. But I was struggling powerful. The words just would not come. Then for some reason, I started thinking about wise old owl and his buddy…
Did you ever wonder why there were no mythological Gods of Redneck Folklore? Neither did I. Then I saw this wonderful picture(copyright Lura Helms)and I said to myself, “That explains it!” I’m sure a bunch of ya’ll are gonna leave comments thanking me…
I ‘m known to have a strong stomach, but this week’s photo made me GAG! Now, I’m afraid to go to sleep for fear this disgusting image has burned itself into my brain cell (singular). When I was child nightmares of snakes often plagued…
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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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