Yeah, it’s a little windy today. Why do you ask?
Posts Tagged ‘wind’
Hey, look, Pat O’B, I’m watering your lawn.
This is what our maple tree looked like before the wind started shrieking like an anti-Semite addressing the press at one of Der Trumpenführer’s Nuremberg rallies.
I’ll be curious to see what it looks like once the sun rises.
The tree, not a Trumpenführer rally.
Ah, jaysis, the banshees were howlin’ last night at Rancho Pendejo.
The winds commenced just past bedtime and have yet to abate. ‘Twas like trying to sleep in a 1972 Ford Econoline van with four bald retreads, a vacuum leak and a couple cardboard windows bouncing down a dirt road with a payload of galvanized duct, empty Coors cans and snare drums.
The cats were yowling like devils and the fireplace screen was flapping like Lindsey Graham’s gob and the wind chimes sounded like each and every one of the sonsabitches was being played by an itty bitty Quasimodo who’d gotten into the blue meth.
The Boo, naturally, slept right through it all. He’s asleep right now, the one-eyed little slacker, in his donut next to my iMac.
I may just curl up next to him. Right after I drive a letter opener into both eardrums and shoot a little smack.