I'm feeling a little prickly lately.
A little discombobulated like a half cracked pot.
More than a little
Lupe loopy. Maybe it's too much Mexican food?
I'll be glad when my mate and I are finally installed in a place we can call home.
Craig's looking forward to playing some golf. (Yes, that's a golfer topiary in a yard down the street.)
Here's the funny of the day. This little bit of tacky is installed on a large open lot in a neighborhood below us. Hope the javelinas, cottontails, deer, bobcats . . . can read?
I get to start playing house again on Wednesday!