I love the warm wood look—that’s gorgeous!

And La Pink has started on “vole catching” which turned into ‘lawnmower traps’ which grew into tank traps.

...maybe she’ll hit oil.  yanno, like Jed Clampet.

It’s suddenly 80° here in NoCa.  Thought I’d catch on fire riding yest. afternoon; good thing there’re still puddles I can soak my boots in…
[I’m such a delicate, cool-house flowah...]

ahh, I see what happened there:  “given that green products are manifestations of high ethical standards and humanitarian considerations...”

Your premise was bullshit.

If I had a raised floor I would be going with full blown red oak flooring, but I don’t want to mess with more than a rubber sheet sub floor.  And tile applies so nice to concrete.

I’m about ready to redo the kitchen/dining room and not sure which way to go, wood or tile.  It’ll be sitting on top of concrete and I’m not sure how bamboo goes with the rest of the Marine bachelor look.

Most of our food comes from that “f’n desert"…

just sayin’.

p.p.s.  Mowed the grass in a t-shirt today.  Of course the way the weather in NC has been, it could flood or snow tomorrow.

Roger on the dark glasses Doug.  Wraparounds.  Gets at least 71 degrees of view without moving the head.

and the Daaammmmnnn!  has to be under your breath in your really really inside voice.

HALO: Hit Another Loose Object

He’s not a bad dog ... he’s an artiste!

That’s OK, two former “No” votes switched over to “Yes”. One for the top NASA spot and another for a cushy diplomatic post in Brussels.

These whores peddle their wares in fancy drawing rooms, rather than the street.

Violate the Constitution?  These people have gang raped it.

You know, I get the sick feeling that even if they don’t have all the votes needed, the Obamanation will arrange for it to happen anyway.  They get away with everything else, why not outright tyranny?

HALO: high-altitude, low-opening

HALO: haughty attitude, low-operating

HALO: holier-than-thou aspirations, leftist-oriented

HALO: heroic activism, liberal obfuscation

HALO: herpes-afflicted, lousy-orgasmed

“It’s no disguise. It makes no sense. If it doesn’t fit. If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.”

Speaking of plots and things falling and all, I did a li’l thingy on that last week some time.  Denny posted it here:

http://www.grouchyoldcripple.com/archives/007581.html

I hope all the Democrats vote “present.”

Hey, a dog-feller’s gotta keep in practice buryin’ bones’n stuff. It’s what they do, fercryinoutloud.

Great expression of boundary-stretching unsureness, though. Never see that in a cat. They have no conscience ... or boundaries.

MiTX,
To take proper advantage of the mini,
you need shoes that *click* as you walk,
even on carpeting.
(What? No, it’s so guys can time their seemingly innocuous and innocent movements to be properly aligned to take full advantage of your passage, as in “Ah, here comes Melissa. Where’s my coffee cup? I’ll just casually get up and stoll behind her to the coffee machine. Oh, yeah, and my dark glasses. Dang! The whole front office is goin’ for coffee, even Brenda. But, hey, Brenda said she didn’t like coffee. Hunh, guess I was wrong.")