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Well said Hukk… our house becomes a divided house during the season. One is a Giants fan… One is a Packers fan and one is a Colts fan (with the reasoning of “I like their uniforms”).
The game has evolved, Old Goat, but always think that the NFL is just entertainment and enjoy the pagentry and the fun of it.
Even though my Packers got spanked on Thursday, I still offer this as a bit of pomp!
I'd be all for this idea if the chips would have the capacity to give little shocks. heheh
I'm not talking big, jolting electrical shocks, but something more akin to a joy buzzer.
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We love you Covems
Do all the steps, not just the first 3.Thank you Lady Satoire… I haven't had one of your Munchkin hugs in quite a spell, and it feels so good.
P.S. I promise to do them all
It's a little after 1 am… I gather up some needed things from the crate on the back porch. “Lets see,” I muse, “a half inch dowel, pointed on one end, check… flashlight, check… garden trowel, check… gloves, check.”
Checking over at The Bee Hive, I see that all the lights are out. Then I see Miss Brandy standing on her porch with a bucket and a pair of gloves in her hands.
The night is clear with a big, bright moon. As I walk to her cabin, I see that the grass is wet with condensation from the hot day cooling off so. Perfect conditions for night crawler hunting.
We greet each other with a hug, both of us tilting our heads slightly so we don't bump brims.
“Okay,” I start to explain, “I don't know how you folks in the UK go crawler hunting, but I can show you the Montana way.”
“The flashlight”, I begin
“Torch,” Miss Brandy interrupts.
“Flashlight,” I repeat.
“Torch,” she says again.
“Light” I say.
“Better,” she say smiling that smile she does.
“Okay… the light,” I continue, “is for spotting the crawlers with. It's a clear night and wet turf, so the conditions are right. The moon also helps to draw them out.”
I shine the light on the ground and we spot a night crawler. “Next we take this dowel and plug his hole.” I do that and stick the pointy end of the dowel into a little hole in the ground.
“Now we can pick him up.” having the gloves on, I reach for the worm, and it slithers quickly, trying to get back into its hole, which we have effectly blocked. Then I pick it up and place it in the bucket.
“We'll need to put some fresh dirt and grass in the bucket, Miss Brandy,” I say, “so we can keep them alive and comfy before we feed them to the fishies.”
Miss Brandy uses the garden trowel to shovel some dirt and grass into the bucket. We then move off into the grassy area between the two cabins and go night crawler hunting. “We'd be much more efficent if we split up with two pails,” I say, “…but it wouldn't be nearly as fun.”
I hand her the dowel. “You get the next one.”
We spend the next couple of hours, laughing, kidding each other, telling jokes, laughing some more and generally having a good time while hunting night crawlers.
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