Nothing like a dead mouse to make a feller feel just grand.

And that’s pretty damned sad,  I’ll admit.

But while we’re admitting things here,  let’s just say I let out a little *whoohoo* when I saw this dead little bugger.

Whoops,  guess that wasn’t my *inside* voice.  

It’s probably just as well that nobody can actually hear me from inside the shed?

 

 

I mean,  who yelps out with glee at the sight of a dead mouse?  Seriously. 

Can’t afford therapy,  so don’t bother.

 

Judging by the look of *things*,  he won’t be fathering any little poopin’ bastards anymore.    One down,  a couple thousand to go.  *sigh*

It’s a crazy windy/sunny/snowy day here at the Ponderosa.  Slightly below freezing,  but still not uncomfortable for a quick hike to the store this morning.  Hey, I need the exercise.   Had to dig out the winter coat though, and that’s always a drag.  I suppose I could have done some sort of layering thing,  but then all the layers need to be the same length,  or I start to look like a homeless dude. 

Speaking of things along that line,  last Saturday I hoofed it down to the store to purchase a lemon.  Yes,  one lemon.  That’s all I wanted.   Again, mostly needing the exercise.

No sooner had I come out of the store with my lemon in my pocket,  (there’s a Led Zeppelin song that refers to a lemon,  but let’s not go there,  shall we?) when this young guy tries to put the bite on me for some “spare change for the bus”.   Without a moments hesitation I flashed my lemon and informed him of my recent purchase.   I don’t think he knew what to say.   He kept walking.  

The somewhat troubling thing I noticed a little later that morning though was,  I saw him coming back up the street smoking a cigarette.   Well now,  that was a quick “bus trip”.   I suppose if I had had a bus token (I don’t even think we have such a thing in this backwater) he would have turned it down??    Maybe I should have taken the lemon out to him?    “Hey Dude,  you sure you don’t want that lemon??”

 

Annnnd….. it’s at this point that you know I’m really and truly scraping the bottom of the barrel here.

 

Time to go throw some more of that old cedar on the fire.

It sure do burn nice.

 

 

Thanks for stopping in.

 

Oh and,  you know what to do with your sticks.