Anyone want a dead field-mouse?
There's one stewing in a rusty can, out there, and I want the can.
If there are no takers I will get a brother-person to chuck it and start a
deplaguing project...
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ASHITAKA SOJOURN Quite handsome, am I right? He's completely available.
I got a small break yesterday, when the sun came out at just the right time, after it was overcast all day.
Between punching a hole in my foot with a screw, a coldthing that makes me feel draggy, and other small annoyances magnified by just not feeling too happy, I was starting to have that feeling the world was out to get me and it wasn't worth even being surprised.
But I got the shots I wanted, my parents have decided to come back early so when I work tomorrow I don't have to spaz out, and rereading Vigil has given me the juice to get on with it.
And this morning, though I found a dead mouse or rat floating in the can I want to use for decoration, I also found our old mailbox by the trash, to be claimed for my Okie variant shabby-chic lawn improvement project!
Photos to follow, my-pace.