It was 50o outside when I went to bed last night. This morning, the fire is gone, the box is cold and there are only two sticks of wood in the rack. Going out to get wood was miserable. 25o + 25 mph is much worse than 50o . So, units matter.
Category: Sparky (Page 1 of 36)
Sparky said he wanted to thank Aunt Joanne for the Duck Recipe Gourmet Sausages she gave him for Christmas.
“Take a picture while I hold up the bag!”
When Sparky made that suggestion, I thought he was being very considerate for an autistic guy.
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Does anyone really do New Year’s Resolutions?
When we were young adults, we made absurd New Year’s Resolutions to parody the idea. Someone vowed to not shoot any polar bears eating marshmallows in snow storms. I don’t know why we thought that was funny. It was a simpler time.
Sparky is sleeping like a little baby Jesus.
For Christmas Eve, we went down to Aunt Joanne’s Fun House. Poor fella, he didn’t get to goof around very much. Sparky spent the whole time working the crowd.
Sparky is very conscientious, but when we are blanketed with snow, he practices festival pooping. When the snow melts, it’s a mine field. The snow is gone, but it’s 22o and sunny. Cleaning up his debris is as easy as picking up golf balls at a driving range.
Sparky is baffled by my actions. To him, every frozen turd is a friend he hasn’t met yet.
This is how Sparky sees himself when he’s got a frozen turd in his mouth.
This is what it’s really like.
Sparky was just being dramatic. All he really wanted was for me to throw a frozen meatball in to the snack pit.
Sparky says that I’m spending too much time online. He’s afraid that I’m getting radicalized, and should go outside and touch grass.
Sparky is trying to use automatic mind control to assert his will.