If a picture is worth 1000 words, you’re gonna get 3000+. Words, not pictures. First, a view from my tree stand.
Next – I just learned that the British first brewed porter beer. That lovely, toasty, hoppy, chocolatey beer. For that, I love them. I think the next picture shows why they need good beer:
I really think the sub-title is a more appropriate name. Spotted dick sounds like an STD.
If I send this to Florida, will it melt?
What a marketing idea for cotton. Saw this in “The Christmas Shop” in Burlington. Or Shelburne. One of them.
Had a good counseling session Tuesday. We each discovered that we are guilty of committing the same acts we claim to really dislike in each other. We just take different paths to get to the same spot. We both have things to work on, but I think it was a little more of an eye opener for Cindy. Especially when Janine agreed with both of us.
Actually got my butt in to a couple spin classes this week. Holy Crap am I out of shape! I’m afraid I’ll have to supplement with elliptical and/or treadmill work to help build base endurance back to where I’d like it. Great winter project.
Bowling tomorrow. I’m a little apprehensive. I was working on a circuit board yesterday, trying to scrape off some solder mask with an exacto knife. (A normal task at work) Unfortunately, my grip on the knife was a little unorthodox and I was putting considerable pressure on the side of the blade with my thumb. At one point, I kinda slipped towards the edge and put a nice little crease in my thumb. It didn’t bleed too bad, didn’t have to resort to a band-aid even. Garlic juice doesn’t feel too good in it though. My only real concern is that the forces involved in bowling might tear the cut open. THAT would suck. Blood in the thumb hole would make it extremely slippery. Not a good thing. Been on a tear lately too, and I really didn’t want to take that break over Thanksgiving. Just have to wait and see.
Take care folks.