It was backwards day, not quite, but almost. I got my morning work out of the way, and then, in panic, I had to hurry to get something dropped in the mail before 11:41 AM in order to keep a certain Virgo happy. Had to be mailed before that specific moment. Don’t ask, you wouldn’t … my morning work out of the way

Robert Rankin is one of my all–time favorite authors. He can, pretty consistently, make me laugh out loud while I’m reading his stuff. I stumbled upon his work when I was in England, several years ago, and I always try to pick up his recent material when I can. There’s something that a post–modern English … one of my all–time favorite authors

The Full Moon madness is just about over. Leastways, I hope so. And now we’re just gearing up to the big BBQ day. I came across an interesting tidbit, and I was sharing this information with one Virgo, she wondered if the Catholics had a saint for every occasion. “I think so,” was my answer, … Full Moon madness

Full Moon, in strictest terms, usually means it’s time to harvest something. A friend of mine did harvest something, she showed up last night with a small zip lock bag with a mighty suspicious looking herb in it, “Hey, it’s homegrown,” she said, “and the cat will love it. Maybe she’ll start to like me….” … mighty suspicious looking herb

“I don’t want to complain, but there’s no substance to the Virgo horoscope this week…” But upon review, I had to beg a second opinion. Just goes to show what I have to put up with on some days. This morning took a little extra time to get going because I had to go back … no substance to the Virgo horoscope

Sunday and BBQ go hand in hand, and when I got invited out for a little pre–Fourth of July BBQ, I couldn’t just turn it down. So we piled into the truck, swung by the legendary “Whip Inn” to grab cigars, and charcoal, and assorted goodies, and we were off to another trailer park in … Sunday and BBQ

I would suppose that I should be a little worried about my Neighbor, now. What with the all the serious sports now gone from TV, go Spurs, go Stars, apparently, there’s not a lot to watch. I came in this afternoon, just to check up on him, banging my way through the trailer’s door, and … a busy afternoon

“Got milk?” asked my dinner companion, “Tres Leches.” It was all sort of a blur because someplace (Madison Square Garden, perchance?) an athletic team from South Texas was trying to make some history. And, across the street from where we were dining, Junior Brown was going to play — and I had some tickets. It … Tres Leches

I guess that “fang shoe” stuff is beginning to work. Wrap a red cloth around the old cattle skull, and behold, I almost get a date. There could be something to this stuff yet. I wonder if net sales will pick up if I get one of the cats with a little paw raised. I … fang shoe