Prickly

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!