Got the first run of peaches done today and another run of kraut. Gonna get the next run of peaches done on Tuesday. Had an entire cask of kraut go bad on me this year. Opened it up and 2-3 times the normal mold, and when I lifted the weights and then the cheesecloth, it just did not smell right, was mushy, and had a snotty like viscosity. I just chucked it all in the compost bin. No point taking any chances.
Whole House Generators
For the umpteenth time in the last few months, my power has been on and off all damned day because of the storms, which are not going to go away but just keep getting worse and worse over the years, and I have caught a case of the ass am officially fucking over it. You can’t do anything when it happens because it is either raining or snowing like hell out, or too dark, and sooner or later we’re gonna lose power for an extended period of time.
This didn’t use to be so annoying because I would just sit on the porch and drink. But, you know, that is not an option anymore.
So what do you know about them?
Your Daily Mr. Frog
I was in a mood all day. I had a headache, it rained all day, and everything pissed me off. On the upside, as I noted elsewhere, I did learn how to tell the difference between male and female frogs, and it is not, as I guessed, little green balls, but that male frogs croak. Same with toads. So he is, in fact, Mr. Frog, and not Miss or Mrs. Frog.
Here is Mr. Frog, and my mom was quite excited about this one for whatever reason:
Be good to one another.
Find Mr. Frog
This really is going to become a thing, isn’t it?
At any rate, we had violent thunderstorms all day which means that both I and Mr. Frog took long naps, and mom could not find him, so here is a picture from another day:
Can you find him?
Oh, I think I missed my soberversary again. I think I am at 8 or 9 years.
Your Daily Mr. Frog
I am tired and I have two bushels of peaches to deal with tomorrow so this is all I got:
Find Mr. Frog
My parents have a koi pond that my dad is very fond of, and it is as meticulously maintained as one would expect one owned by an 80 year old OCD German who was potty trained at gunpoint would be. At any rate, we have a frog in residence, who my equally senile doting mother has cleverly named “Mr. Frog.” Every day now this summer, she has sent a picture of the pond and Mr. Frog, and we play a sort of Where’s Waldo with it to find Mr. Frog.
It occurred to me that you all are as big a set of losers share the same interests as my parents, and would like to play along, so I am going to start posting them here. Here is today’s installment, and don’t ruin for other by pointing out his location in the comments, you bastards.
Here’s a Picture of Steve with a Banana Peel On Him
He is now awake and aware of the presence of the peel, but does not care.
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