Neanderpundit

after a day of eating coarse, tasty bread and muenster cheese and cotto salami, brought forth a musical fart of clear tone and long duration.

“Can you” I asked “Play Garryowen?”
“If I wear a dress, maybe”

By the notion that is thrust at me by several Anarchist friends- the fact that they often and repeatedly tell me to “Mind my own business”.

The irony of them minding MY business seems to be lost on them.

Thankfully I changed clothes quickly, and the shirt I was wearing was longsleeved. SO I ended up with some on my hands and face, mostly from weedwhacking.

Unusually, for this time of year, I never did see jewelweed. You often see it around Ivy, and if you crush the stems and rub it in you won’t get the rash, I just couldn’t find any.