The story of a gay redneck and his effort to dodge the cow patties of life.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Outside by the little flower bed, I planted this Spring. And before you ask, I have no idea what happened to my gazing ball. One day it was fine and the next day, all of the silvering was gone. FYI: Don't buy a gazing ball at Big Lots.
No, I'm not trying to look like Abraham Lincoln on purpose.