Sunday, January 8, 2012


Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous here in the Phillie burbs.  Ted and I took advantage to do some much needed work in the yard.  While he was in his glory putzing around on the tractor dealing with leaves, I was taking the lights and Christmas decor down.  I must have walked by the rhodadendron/azalea garden about 10 times...

...before I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.  My first thought was that if it was a snake, I was really going to embarrass myself in the front yard.  However, further investigation revealed it was...

...the Dragon.  Taking a stealth nap.

Bedtime's attempt wasn't so successful.

Next...I guess leaving the poll up, even though the voting has ended, isn't going to change the fact that Basil beat Cilantro.  By one vote.  It doesn't matter.  I know what the best herb is.


  1. The Dragon... He was laying in wait. I was gonna clean that area where he likes to hang out so I left it alone. He blends right in.

  2. I can't tell you how many times that The Dragon has scared the livin' shit outta me hanging out in that spot. He likes hanging out there so that he can scope out the comings and goings in the front yard; UPS Man... Fed Ex Guy... Mail Man... Oil Man... Pizza Dude... No one's safe. Rufus blends in with the leaves and pine straw and shit that you can't see him as you walk up. (That's his Ace in the hole.)He charged the oil guy last year and was met with snow getting kicked in his face. (That's when the love affair" with the oil guy was over.) H-A-T-E-S the oil man. He starts snarling and shit... It's pretty funny once you consider that the 'Ol Man has MAYBE... 5 or 6 fuckin' teeth. Here's a good one. "What do you get when you cross a street Bum and Rufus Dragon?" (Answer) "A full set of teeth."

    Just teasin' ya Roof.

  3. Rufus Camo Dragon...has a nice ring to it! ;)

    I am going to blame it on the bug the Miss and I have been fighting, but everytime I look over on the floor near the front door, I see one of our cats. Sadly, it never is a cat, it's just a pair of fuzzy black slippers that I throw on to grab the mail. You'd think that I would have figured that out by now, but every once and awhile, they throw me off by sitting over there...ha!