Have captured five mice this evening and made two trips to the lake to dispose of four of them. Number Five is gonna have to wait till tomorrow.
Favorite line from Firefly (tonight):
Wash (Pilot): Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction.
Zoe (First Mate (and his wife)): You live on a space ship, dear.
It's not JUST about what I had for breakfast...
Thursday, November 13, 2014
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