We Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Leave

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Got a nothing post for you today. Just an update on our painfully boring lives. Here we go.

The Bison Build

The bison build is moving along. I probably got about 80 percent of the beast’s back half done. Check it out.

And Mrs. Groovy and I are trying to figure out where we’re going plant the beast on Groovy Ranch. We want it to look like the beast is migrating past our house. Here’s an example of what I mean.

Lawn Pig

A country road is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to find. And Mrs. Groovy and I got a nice reminder of this when we changed our route to Owens Park—the home of our daily constitutional. Check out what we found on the left side of this guy’s house.

Yep, he not only had a bus from the 60s parked on his property, but he also had a free-range pig!

Mr. Oakley

We’ve had our fourth foster dog for two weeks now, and it’s been a smashing success. We love Mr. Oakley. Here’s a picture of him contemplating life as Mrs. Groovy vets his adoption applications.

But even though we love Mr. Oakley, we look forward to his inevitable departure. Midnight walks aren’t fun when you’re on the cusp of Social Security. So even though Mrs. Groovy gets mad when I look at Mr. Oakley and pay homage to Broadway—”I love you, you’re perfect, now leave“—she begrudgingly understands.

Chivalry Lives

When I weld, I usually wear a pair of sweats. I prefer comfort over protection whenever I can get away with it. This preference for comfort does have two minor side effects, though. First, when I grind metal for the beast, the sparks hit my upper right thigh and eventually create a hole. Second, because I usually weld as soon as we get home from our daily constitutional (and whatever errands Mrs. Groovy must run), I put my welding sweats on before we leave the house, and my walking around in public with a gaping hole in my sweats embarrasses the heck out of her.

Can’t say Mrs. Groovy is wrong. And as a loving husband, I shouldn’t be making a habit of embarrassing my wife. Well, I’ve finally found a solution. Duck tape. Yep, good old-fashioned duck tape. Check it out.

And they say chivalry is dead.

Final Thoughts

Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got. Have a great weekend. Peace.