Hopping Crow
@hoppingcrow
The odds are good, but the goods are odd. Upper Peninsula, Michigan.
I think I’m just deciding that no matter what the scale, it’s essentially this is so-bad-we-don’t-even-bother-to-try-and-measure-it color of the chart
Still stinking hot but someone has discovered the joy of a wet fur and a hard fan
I do not want to get on the chilly pad. That’s not my color. I’m not a Summer.
75° and sunny. Puttering around, thinking it’s a beautiful day to work in the garden, warm, not too hot and then the fog bank moves in.
All car rides over five hours begin with the guts of an egg McMuffin!
There is no evidence that I was playing with hornets again. None. Now back up with that thing, lady.
Did I try last night, in an unprecedented move, to climb onto the sideboard of the sink to look out the window at the bear? Yes, I did. Did it go as planned? Depends on who you ask.
It’s my emotional support Lambie. I got a certificate off the Internet. You’re not allowed to ask why I’m bringing her.
I really think we should be past the time of pollen but, clearly I am mistaken. So gross.
It may be hot but by no stretch of the imagination, can you possibly consider being brushed a substitute for a walk
High heat, oppressive humidity. What could make it better? How about a sprinkle of pollen?
Someone turned the swamp cooler on. So, for a brief moment, before the high pressure system pushes back north, it is cooler. in the span of a few moments, the temperature dropped from 79° to 61°. It’ll shoot back up just as quickly, but it feels so good when the fog bank wins.
I am not stuck. I am just resting in this very comfortable position.
Blah, blah, blah… Yes, two of your favorite things: me and daisies. Now let’s go chase those geese over there.
Went with strawberry rhubarb crumble with homemade vanilla bourbon ice cream