Sigh.
Epic Fail all over the place, eh.
Yes, but if the moving gods and goddesses smile on me soon, I may be able to get my skinny ol’ self out of here and find shelter in Dogpatch.
It would be nice to be somewhere I’m somewhat familiar with, around people who kinda like me. On good days.
I just saw the Lawn Guy leave so I stepped out to put the door mat down that Charlie made and saw the sprinklers running on all four corners of this little patch! Whoa! Be still my heart!