Blessings, Darlings!
Happy Fathers Day to those of you who are into that sort of thing.
We'll have a dinner feast for the Chubby Hubby tonight. I bought him a new spatula for non-stick pans as a present. I'm ... uh ... pretty sure that the Spawn thinks that buying the damn expensive steaks was his gift to his father.
It's hot and dry here. I've been killing more flies in the house, damn them all.
Microsoft did a Windows 'upgrade' early this weekend that fucked up all the software CH wrote, so he's been on a death march trying to find and fix the problem.
And how about that 'one million tickets claimed' Trump rally yesterday night, with like 6600 people who actually bothered to go to it?
That's about it.
Frondly, Fern
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