I rejected the forecast as "drama," but this one is real. Two inches of snow in two hours, no end in sight.

Unhealthy breakfast treats: double chocolate muffins with cream cheese icing; and the poor but good doggy who can't have one.

Awright, who did this? Clean up your mess. It's the middle of $#&(@* April, fer chrissake. โ›„

Ah, spring. Robins and cardinals singing, crocus and scylla blooming. And we used the outdoor grill for the first time (after I cleaned the mouse nest out of it and scrubbed it all.)

Many people wear a religious token like a saint or a cross. I wear a werewolf charm around my neck. Not sure whether to keep them away or attract them, though.

Five pounds of hot Italian. Keep those minds out of that gutter now. ๐Ÿ˜

To add a time perspective to that, in 1931 my father was a junior in high school (graduated 1932.) I was born in 1949 when he was 36 years old. ๐Ÿด

Somewhat better photos of that Indian head/Buffalo nickel from yesterday. High power magnifier seems to show the date is 1931. Copper color is the copper core showing through the thin remaining nickel coating.

Haven't seen one of these buffalo nickels in over 30 years. Last produced in 1938, they are scarce. This one has been through a lot it seems.

Spring is here. I know because the boot-sucking swamp in the corner of the horse yard has re-emerged from hibernation.

Gary reminded me this morning that it was Pi Day. So for dinner I made a pizza and an apple pie. Or is that Double Pi Day (6/28?)

Public Service Reminder: [D]aylight [S]tupid [T]ime begins this morning in most of the US. Spring forward. At least it really is spring here. Everything is melting into mud. ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿด

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