Dog shaming
Okay, Dog Shaming is fun. There’s a few examples I’ve got laying about too.
Okay, Dog Shaming is fun. There’s a few examples I’ve got laying about too.
Stopped by the LHBS while oot and aboot today and picked up the following: 10 lbs US 2 Row 1 lb US Crystal/Carmel 80L 1 lb UK Chocolate Malt 1 lb UK Black Malt 1 lb UK Torrified Wheat 1 lb US Flaked Wheat 1 lb CN Flaked Oats 1 pkg Danstar Nottingham Dry Yeast…
Hey Otis. It’s yer birthday. Go Otis. It’s yer birthday. The Toaster marks two years with us and somewhere between four and six IRL. No party for the Cat Box Raider—and he is certainly ripe today—this year. We didn’t mark Morton’s in August so it just wouldn’t be fair. At any rate… Go wish the…
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The Elz and myself went out to draft a baseball team in lovely Chicago. It’s an annual migration for myself and given the events of the last two years, an annual migration for Elz as well. Observations about Chicago: Your lodging dollar goes…
Another day, another “incident.” Ever wonder what Otis and Morton do when left alone for the afternoon? Wait no more: + Toast and Salt, doing hard time in the kennel-tentiary.
I wonder what Morton is up to…. Morton’s “I’m so friggin’ busted” face.
The ragweed / whatever-the-heck-it-is that is making me sneeze and snot on everything, both vertical and horizontal, absolutely needs to stop. Mowed the yard yesterday and got about three minutes into the second bag o’ grass (heh) before the uncontrollable sneezing set in. Thought I was going to blow a gasket. Went inside and grabbed…