This clown telling me in 1970 that Mitch is definitely alive.

My flower girl from June 29th.

Here's one thing about Colorado; I love seeing leftover snow in June.

I try not to Doomscroll on the weekends. Today the better 2/3rds and I are watching Women's Elites Professional Rugby ... while we still can. Go Onyx.

(Reads posts--excoriating Donald Trump's trying to tariff penguins as futile--with incredulity):

Named "Melvyn".

Did not have "insufficiently cynical about 99% of all Republicans" on my Bingo card, but here we all are. I generally try not to think about politics on Sunday Funday, so here's a picture of my second favorite dog with her toy Wooly Mammoth

Haggis pies for Burns Night, courtesy of my brother.

Still a week until the 6 Nations? Shoot.

Now that I am re-employed and not looking at the news all day; it occurs to me, that a long time ago when I was young, and everything sucked: Black Flag seemed to help. Might be worth a shot?

Slàinte mhath.

I am assured that today is Squirrel Appreciation Day.

[starts looking through his boxes of reference books for his Jamieson ...]

Sees post, idly looks out the window (of farm/winery in Virginia ...)

Instant nostalgia machine.

I completely understand I got here a little late; I signed up 8th, I get it you don't have time for me to play and ... Well, of course the broncos are on tv, which is weird, for a Thursday but ...

Not weird, then.