Sleep, Storms, and Eighty Fish
Happy Fourth of July!
For the past three days, I have been internet-less, sleeping past 9:00 am, and watching my nephew dance around Drama Diva and Casper. Hubby went fishing every night with my dad and brother-in-law, which produced skads of croppies (white perch down round here) and one three pound channel catfish. A thunderstorm of biblical proportions awakened Casper, which, in turn, awakened me, which, in turn, continues to fuel my irritation at Oklahoma's schizophrenic weather.
In the next few days, I might post some pics if I can find my software that corrects red eye. That and my theory of the AntiChrist living and breathing in Chuckie Cheese's restaurant. Right now, laundry calls.
For the past three days, I have been internet-less, sleeping past 9:00 am, and watching my nephew dance around Drama Diva and Casper. Hubby went fishing every night with my dad and brother-in-law, which produced skads of croppies (white perch down round here) and one three pound channel catfish. A thunderstorm of biblical proportions awakened Casper, which, in turn, awakened me, which, in turn, continues to fuel my irritation at Oklahoma's schizophrenic weather.
In the next few days, I might post some pics if I can find my software that corrects red eye. That and my theory of the AntiChrist living and breathing in Chuckie Cheese's restaurant. Right now, laundry calls.
posted by Tisha from Texas at
7/04/2005 09:24:00 PM
2 Comments:
Happy (belated) fourth! We had a red, white and blue fly-by here in London for ya :)
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deanne, at 7:11 AM
I would have preferred the crappie fishing to working ;)
I'd ditto your comments about Oklahoma, but someone from OK might read it. Whereas I can make all the fun of North Dakota I want. Don't know no one from there LOL.
By
Skunkfeathers, at 1:05 PM
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