Five O'Clock Somewhere
Welcome to Five O'Clock Somewhere, where it doesn't matter what time zone you're in; it's five o'clock somewhere. We'll look at rural life, especially as it happens in Rio Arriba County, New Mexico, cats, sailing (particularly Etchells racing yachts), and bits of grammar and Victorian poetry.
7 Comments:
I guess you've proven once again, Carol Anne, that any two words in the language are connected by no more than six degrees of desperation.
And I've just proven that I can't count.
Mind-blowing!
Bloggerfolks all, please step this way
To see a sausage and batturay.
Like, frog girl is so totally silly!
Anybody can tell that was a battupirate, not a batturay.
I have now edited the post to replace one of the pictures with a video ... Thanks, Bonnie, for reminding me about that incident at Miller Park a few years back; it's much better than the picture of the t-shirt from the geek catalog.
I figure if you posted about begonias and roosters, then my post about a goose couldn't be too crazy.
cheers,
my2fish
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