Plunder the women and rape the cows.

On my way to my pop-a-lop appointment I saw two Trojan Horse lawn decorations at two different locations. I don't know the people who put them up but I already don't trust them. Isn't the Trojan Horse the very personification of betrayal? Why would you place that in front of your home? Are they subliminally telling the world to sack their place? I doubted people are accepting of strange women coming out of nowhere questioning them aggressively (only because I would be late, not because I am angry mind you) about their lawn ornament choices while using words like "deception" and "plunder" so I drove on. And there was that small voice inside me telling me something could go horribly wrong and no matter how many times I think she needs to relax a little with the worrying and constant nagging, she's never wrong. The scheduled appointment made time tight anyway.

I took me a little dog filled jaunt at the bogs today and forgot to leave my phone in the car. Here's the benefit of forgetting. Nice. I love these top two. The first one can be flipped upside down and look like it is right side up. Reflection trips me out sometimes. I live for that cement block wall. I can't tell you how many summer days I have fallen asleep on it for hours.




Pet pictures. You knew they were coming so don't act surprised. It would seem the setting sun and I have something in common. We are both 100% at getting the J&T to take a rad picture. I simply adore the top one of the Tabster. Sepia without the sepia by Blackberry and the JH. Teamwork rules.


I remember a day when the James took a picture that was so bad ass it would take my breath away. He was the king of photo op and I have the pictures to prove it. These days I take what I can get and nothing else really matters than he's still here so I say fuck it and snap. Spoken like a true artist?