I'm a life long resident of the North East Kingdom of Vermont.
And I have always liked to read the comics.
Boy it’s hot this morning, 2 above. The weather report calls for cloudy skies and a high of 18 degrees.
Not a whole lot a happening, not a whole lot to say sep’t howdy and may God bless.
For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee, Brad.
I first saw this comic in the Grit newspaper back in the late 50s, it’s still funny.
A soap dish can be very slippery.
It’s hump day Vagabonds
We’re starting the day with flurries some sunshine later on, high of 34. Overnight low in the single digits maybe below.
Ida has left to take Andy to Dartmouth for his every six week infusion for his spondelitus (the spelling ain’t right), so the house is mine for most of the day.
I’ll take Andy’s request for an absentee ballot to the town clerk’s office today to be in time for the Super Tuesday primary vote. I’ll be glad when it’s over, maybe we’ll have a little brake from it. (yah, right)
Keep smiling folks, may God’s hand rest upon you.
Pardon me that was suppose to be Snain.
Good morning Vagabonds
Snow showers tapering to rain, our weather guy calls it swain. Early temperature 1 above, high 37. (^.^)
Daytona 500 had quite an ending with a man in the hospital, in the old days the man might have been dead, The way the cars are built and the harnesses used these days make the sport a lot safer.
No mail yesterday but I still drove in to the post office yard, cussed at myself and drove out again. Today I’ll stop and get the mail. (^.^)
May the good Lord bless you and keep you.
Well, alrighty then, built in squirt guns.
I ain’t never been married. (^.^)