I didn’t mean it!!

Now, when I said (in the last post) “Now maybe it’ll rain… again” I distinctly meant after I finished cooking our dinner on the grill. Y’all are coming, right? We have pork chops, chicken, zucchini, ribeyes, and some garlic bread. And – rain. Bring wine.

Plucked from my subconscious

I say, and you think… Film :: review Dragon :: Heart Hunger :: pains Plucked :: chicken Dissolving :: alka-seltzer Executive :: decision Ridiculous:: decisions(!) Mist :: Sierra Minority :: Report Map :: Quest Follow the link above (or in the left sidebar) and play, leave a comment if you do so I can come […]

not a country boy, except maybe at heart

Actual conversation with my six year old: Him: “What are those?” pointing at carton of eggs. Me: “Eggs.” Him: “We had real eggs at school!” Me: “More real than these?” Him: “Yes!! The kind that come from a chicken.”