I was searching for a different vintage Florida poster to perhaps use as a heading when I came across this picture which was the banner at a sideshow and it just struck me as hysterical.
Also, it reminded me of our governor. But I don't really think he has seeds for brains.
I think he has a transformer or a microchip or a bit of alien goop or something.
Nothing as downhome and goodly as seeds.
Here's another flattering picture of him, costumed as a human.
Dude on the right. That's him. And if you want to read an article that just sums up Florida bullshit and politics, go here.You probably don't want to. Oh well. Just trust me- we live in Bizzaro World.
Goodness gracious but it is hot and steamy here today. Again.
We just walk around saying, "Seriously. I'm going to die." Then we get into our cars and crank up the AC and drive to wherever we're going that has AC and mostly we don't die but it sure feels like we might.
I think I made the best pizza last night I've ever eaten.
Pesto, fresh tomatoes, onions, peppers, mushrooms, tiny bit of venison sausage. And the crust was a thing of beauty.
BEAUTY, I TELL YOU!
Is it lunch time yet?
Just about and I haven't done shit today.
Okay. So Lily's family has been invited to a birthday party and it's going to be a costume party. Gibson originally said he wanted to be Uncle Grandpa. Do you know Uncle Grandpa? He's a cartoon guy. He looks like this.
Yesterday, however, when we were in the Goodwill, he found a pair of white patent leather girl shoes with a little heel and fell in love with them and decided he'd rather be a girl for the party.
So Lily got the shoes and a dress and sent me this picture last night.
I love that child so much. And his mama.
If you look carefully over Gibson's shoulder, you can see Rusty the cat whom I rescued last winter when he was but a tiny ball of fur and razorblade claws. Remember that? He's all grown up now and has the fluffiest tail in the entire world and he won't let me get within three feet of him.
There's gratitude for you.
He has a happy life at Lily's house, though.
Speaking of cats.
Last weekend Mr. Moon and I moved some furniture and activated a pre-existing dog door for Maurice to use. We then spent a good ninety seconds with her and a bag of Temptations, teaching her to use it.
And now she does.
One more thing.
I keep getting spam like this one:
Your mailbox has exceeded the storage limit is 1 GB, which is defined by the administrator, are running at
99.8 gigabytes, you can not send or receive new messages until you re-validate your mailbox.
To renew the mailbox kindly CLICK HERE
Web mail system administrator!
WARNING! Protect your privacy. Logout when you are done and completely
The AOL! Mail Team
And I'm tired of it. The address comes from email@example.com
Not all of them, but a goodly number.
What the fuck? No. I am not going to click here or anywhere you asshole.
Well, that's life in Lloyd today. I'm thinking I might actually drive up to Thomasville and check out their Goodwill. I'm going on a trip. I need new clothes.
Much Love...Ms. Moon