Neanderpundit

Is right outside the kitchen door. You think I could take a picture of the little bastards? Soon as I pick up the camera they’re gone. I can watch them all day, but they won’t let me take a picture.

Coming to a complete stop in the middle lane of the tollroad to rummage through your purse for toll change is not such a good idea. One day there will be a louder sound than my horn. See if you can make that sound stop with your middle finger.

I mean a HARD rain There was a waterfall down the face of the fireplace. So yesterday I climbed up on the roof to inspect, and found that the flashing had detatched itself from the calk on the chimney. I chipped all the old shit out and reattached the flashing, calking under and over it. Looks good, and I only sweat two Gatorade containers full of sweat, and three more bee stings.

Standing on the edge of the roof lifting my satchel of stuff, the hummingbird came up and eyeballed me as if to say “Yes, I know you’re ten thousand times my size, but I can blind you and be back in my bed sleeping soundly before you’re done falling off the roof”. I love hummingbirds, vicious little bastards.