, Treadmill typing, cont'd.

This is soooo boring i could die...& when i type i slide ti the end of this dumb thing & gall off. Must check class schedule next time, would rather be pumping or fighying or s aring squirrels. Well just sayinv hi. At lrast fall oit boy is kerpinh me company in this dweaty pla e. Love the music they play ib the shiwers here, fun to dance to. Ok tgat's weird.

Farm day, part 2

 

 

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Farm day, part 1

 

 

 

 

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Hitchiker, back home...

And in case anyone wants to know...my friend Mr. Arachnid waited for me outside Starbucks, took another perilous windy ride through Cary on my side mirror & is now sleeping peacefully out on the driveway. We'll all sleep better now knowing he's safe & sound. (Funny thing, the song "going home" was playing on the radio, "our song"...i'll always think of Spidey when i hear that now...)

This little guy hitched a ride to work with me tonight, hanging onto his web for dear life, flapping violently in the breeze...  I treated him to a latte upon his safe arrival. Hopefully I will accompany him back home tonight.

Bumper sticker

This morning i felt like hitting someone.  So i did.  Sort of...

And i will have to finish this later, life goes on too stinkin fast!

Fun with still lifes

So.... if the cleanliness of one's car is an indicator of one's mental state.....
Then i am one sick individual.

Go Canes, Go!!!