Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Cold, Windy, Sunny, Azure skies. Just how I like it. A brisk Thanksgiving morning that's chilly enough to warrant a blaze on the hearth.
Clambered down the hill just now to fetch me a carrot for my squash soup. It's a fine specimen, indeed.
Or maybe I'll stuff that thing down my pants next time I get yanked for the porno scanner at the airport. Make those TSA creepers get all buggy eyed. They'll be makin' a discrete call for Enzyte before the day is over. Five bucks says so.
BTW, to give you an idea of size, those are twelve inch tiles on the fireplace hearth (excuse the ash).
As Ever,
TWC