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The Boys at Beer Bellies

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I took a nap last week.  This is what I woke to.


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On one of our early morning walks, we noticed a couple guys walking about a half block ahead of us.  We slowed ever so slightly and when we reached Datsko Park, they slipped inside.  Just a couple members of the Army of the Night finding a place to sleep. 



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Tell me another blog that brings you this kind of information.
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I love crazy people.


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OK, I have to admit it.  I'm all a flutter.
  

Define flutter

1 : being in a flutter : fluttering. 2 : nervously excited all aflutter at the news. 3 : filled with or marked by the presence of fluttering things roofs aflutter with flags.

That would be the first definition, Hell, I can't understand what the second is.  Is it over the possible impeachment of President Whackadoodle?  Nope.  (well, yeah)  Is it the firing of Mickey Calloway as manager of the Met's?  Nope. (well, yeah) Is it my impending visit to Northlandia in a month?  Nope, again. (well, yeah)  

I'm a flutter over Netflix's El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie next Friday.  I'm grabbing my popcorn and ready to see if the BB brainstrust can do it again.


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 I guess we now know if aliens crash landed in Roswell, New Mexico.  There's no way Trump could keep that a secret.  Unless...
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Camera shy.





  Flashing the Neighborhood.
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Cool Suncatcher ornaments I had to have after seeing them up North at the Wombies..  

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