I am pruned. There has been so much rain, even my ball sac is wrinkled!
Wait, that’s suppose to be,,, right?
Anyway, today we have some sunshine. And I have my sac out letting it breath! ahhhhhhhh.
Alright, enough with the ball sac already!
But that is one of Mrs. Barn’s favorite shout-out when her Turrette kicks is,,
By now you may have noticed I have nothing of interest to blog about today. I know, it’s sorta obvious.
But, and you knew there would be a ‘but’, wait. Here is some news.
Yesterday while at the M.P. Market I asked Justin what the fuck is being installed upstairs?
I have been jokingly calling it the V.I.P. lounge.
He tell's me it’s a bar!! Right on, can’t have too many bars in town now can we.
And in typical Santos fashion, I am sure it will be my kinda place. Concrete floor, beer crates for chairs, free range house chickens, Doris’s young daughter serving beers, eye yi yi music, the works!
My kinda place. (as soon as the other computer frees up I will add a photo)
And speaking of chickens. Last night while slurping beers on the DoubleWide, we were greeted by our buddy the Green Hornet.
We set our beers down just long enough to get theses shots of him and Mrs. Barn’s finger.
Oh, and Santos’s little chicken squad does make a daily check of our beach eating some kinda little bugs.
I stopped them the other day and asked “What are you guys doing over here?”
“Sigh,,,, just once we wish we could cross the road without having our motives questioned.”
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