I should call her…

It looks like you’re going with your significant other AND your wife.

PS: I miss my dog.

What? Yeah, I know. A dog sitting at a bar having a beer would be a different joke. Read my joke again.

So Pavlov was sitting in a bar, having a nice cold beer. As the next person came in, the door caused a bell to ring. Pavlov panics: “Oh no! I forgot to feed the dog!”

Yeah, why go through the trouble of installing a puppet government when we can offer “assistance” with a military base? How many hundred bases are there around the world now? And have any been decommissioned ever?

The hat is a nice touch.

Thank you all for doing this.

Maybe we should check to see what that VP candidate James Donald Bowman, James David Hamel, J. D. Hamel, J. D. Vance, JD Vance has to say about this.

That’s it… I’m not getting out of bed today.

Wow, that hair.

They’re still recovering from the recent explosion in the kitchen?

Not sure there’s any way to selectively take out Bermuda grass. When I took out our front lawn, lots of Bermuda grass tried to take back the space. It took dousing it with vinegar during sunny days, then digging out the grass at the roots to beat it back. It required weeks of steady effort but now hardly any comes back. Only every couple of months do I need to make a pass through the area to fend off incursions.

Also: why bother with any grass? We’re much happier without a big green sponge out front. Our water usage is way down and the local wildlife likes the natives and our raised beds.

You grew a fir fur tree.

Clearly that’s a loafing zone.

“I’ll never forget that last hour."

How long would these contests last?

Good art draws you in. It has details that you notice with continued viewing. It tells a story, sometimes of a particular moment in time. This is good art.

Thanks for posting such a useful guide! I’m inspired to build one also. I notice the lack of screen. So there’s been no problem with other creatures raiding the sticks? ('Am wondering because we have hungry jays, squirrels and rats in our area.)

🎶 A horse is a horse, of course, of course…

Houyhnhnms are a fictional race of intelligent horses described in the last part of Jonathan Swift’s satirical 1726 novel Gulliver’s Travels. The name is pronounced either /ˈhuːɪnəm/ or /ˈhwɪnəm/.[1] Swift apparently intended all words of the Houyhnhnm language to echo the neighing of horses.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houyhnhnm

Catfish!

Yikes! Thanks for that lead. A search on that confirms what I‘m seeing, and explains why my Amaranth has been stunted. This is going to be a challenge to control.