Apparently I'm a raving fucktard and can't manage to post images in my journal the way all the cool kids do.
But I wish you all a delightful holiday time and refer you to the festive photo of ornaments in my pic folder.
Now I'm going to go polish my saddle shoes, hitch up my highwater britches, and freshen up the masking tape holding my eyeglasses together. Then I'll go to some conspicuously public place, squirt mustard down my shirt, trip over my own feet, and fall down crying.
All 'cause I'm a huge fucking dork who can't make the computer go vroom in the photo-posting kinda way.
But I wish you all a delightful holiday time and refer you to the festive photo of ornaments in my pic folder.
Now I'm going to go polish my saddle shoes, hitch up my highwater britches, and freshen up the masking tape holding my eyeglasses together. Then I'll go to some conspicuously public place, squirt mustard down my shirt, trip over my own feet, and fall down crying.
All 'cause I'm a huge fucking dork who can't make the computer go vroom in the photo-posting kinda way.
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datsun:
Why thank you, darlin'. I am probably going to have the tasting on that Sunday, as it seems to be better for more people.
surfbetty:
that's the plan.... 