Gone with the wind, v2.0 November 4, 2016 ~ Patrick O'Grady wind Hey, look, Pat O’B, I’m watering your lawn. Fling the pooShare Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Our peacock (named Doug, natch) has been blown to pieces, and one of our mobiles got tooken off its hook on the patio roof. The struggle continues. Reply
Is that potable water..spraying into the air and falling (sort of) onto a lawn? In the middle of a freakin’ desert? Really? Reply
I wondered where that spray was coming from. It was coming right out of the Northeast.
Our peacock (named Doug, natch) has been blown to pieces, and one of our mobiles got tooken off its hook on the patio roof. The struggle continues.
Is that potable water..spraying into the air and falling (sort of) onto a lawn? In the middle of a freakin’ desert? Really?
Dern tootin’. We don’t keep the grass damp, the bunker gets stuffy.