Sunday, June 27, 2010

A Mule Walks Into a Bar . . .

 . . . and the bartender says . . . .

"why the long face?"


Really, though, I'm staying home in a drizzling rain today whilst FarmWife and the humans go on a visit to Grandpa. He's MY grandpa, too, but I won't sweat it. Grandma is a gardener, and every inch of their acreage is filled with beautiful flowers. Not too tasty, and poorly inadequate in terms of nutritional value. I, thank you, will stay home amidst the tender grasses of my own verdant valley.

Bon voyage!


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