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What would you do if you caught one?  What would you do if Colonel Klink offered to give you a couple nice pieces of marble?  Of course you could not resist.  So now what do you do with some junk marble?  Kadizzle made an apron for the facet in front of the house.  Winky was not too impressed.  Still there are several pieces of marble left.  Perhaps with the old copula we can make a miniature Buddhist temple.

So another day spun around and the sun is heading down.  The mother of all bathroom projects is well into the third week and my wallet.

Stroupini is working away on his old man refuge.  The burn for a motorcycle has gone on.  Stroupini suggested Kadizzle buy one in Canada.  For a little bit that seemed like a great idea.  It seem one can be purchased there considerably cheaper.  Wait, it don't work.  Getting it across the border is harder than crossing the Rio Grande.  So forget it.

Brother in law Ned weighted in on buying the KTM 1090.  Ned suggested updating the will and having someone video Kadizzle mounting the beast.

Summer is slipping by and we are getting sores on our butts from sitting around.  Winky is in the final stages of healing hopefully.

The dingers up the street are going to the slumming Olympics.  After five years with the junk truck in their driveway they came up with the ingenious idea to move it across the street.  So there the piece of junk sits with no license.  It will test the new abandoned vehicle ordinance the city should soon pass. 

Sometimes when someone gives you something it is more of a curse than a blessing.  Since we are tying to sell the old homestead it would be nice to have green grass. This can be accomplished by pumping out of the creek. Rodger gave Kadizzle a pump. So now getting the old sprinkler system going will be an engineering feat. Winky of course is opposed to the whole idea.  That means every move will face server criticism. God willing we may work on that tomorrow.