Got No Wife to Blame Me…

This’ll be a new feature. At least until I get bored with it.

BTW the title is from an Irish Rovers song – Ramblin Man. Now that It’s just me here, I’m reverting to the kind of dude I loved to bust on in the past. The Oscar Madison type.

I’m not there. Yet.

Is that normal?

The reason you don’t see Aria (a.k.a Crazy Girlfriend) is that she’s off in her own world. On my bed, out on the patio, in her crate. She doesn’t feel the need to follow me around, whatsoever, and never really did. So she’s not around for shots like Winston.

One thought on “Got No Wife to Blame Me…

  1. If you tip the Yak up on edge, it will have less of a footprint and you will gain floor space. 🙂 Keel to the back of the couch to preserve the spirit of the decor. This will also mitigate accumulation of cast off fur in the cockpit. Or perhaps even finding Winston himself deciding that it’s a cool place to curl up for a snooze.

    I like it. What you need to do is carefully monitor the expression on the Special Lady’s face when she first casts eyes on it. A sure tell and also quite possibly an amusing observation. Also, any forthcoming comments could be pure gold.

    Keep this up and you will have a plethora of followers living vicariously through your postings with a yearing for such freedom previously unknown or only nebulously recalled from an earlier time….|

    Carry on with reckless abandon!

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