My prostate is about the size of a large bowling ball. I’m up and down like a whore’s drawers in the night to pee because of it!
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Something like this could make my life soooo much easier! I stumble to the bathroom in the small hours of the night, tripping on dawg toys, stubbing my toes, and blundering into walls! When I get back to the bed - either the Niglet or Fergus are in my spot and I have to fight with them to reclaim it. Such are the harrowing adventures of the nocturnal stubfart. Send me your credit card details and I will organize a group buy and a lower price per unit! You can trust me!
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It’s Range Day today. King Peter has an expensive custom .280 he needs to sight in but he’s too dumb to do it himself and needs a responsible adult to help. Unfortunately I’m the best he can do but between us… I’m sure we can figure it out. I can usually zero a rifle with three to six shots - not including the formal group confirmation shots.
That’s me re-zeroing the No.1 with the Zeiss 3x9.
First shot at 9:00, and adjust. Shot #2 and #3 are kinda sorta in the bull. #4 and #5 are
slightly high. I couldn’t fire a confirmation group because fuggin Flapz trigger locked his
rifle for transport to the range - and then couldn’t get it off! I got these shots off and then had to
go home!
Dammit. Pete’s busting my chops to build him another knife. He says he wants a tanto. I hate those goddamned things! He might just be jerking my chain. I can make one that looks like a tanto but I can’t make an authentic traditional copy of one. The Japs have been making those things one way - and only ONE way - for the last 700 years. They’re made to come apart for cleaning, and go back together (and stay together) even under hard use. The parts all have names specific to the tanto; and they are perhaps the most elegantly engineered fighting/utility knives you could ask for. I’ve seen 600 year old blades that look like they were made yesterday.
Yeah. No.
This is the work of the gifted artisan.
Black magic and spells may well be involved.
Oh well. We’ll talk and see if the ape is serious. I made a nice little camp Bowie for him years ago. A mutual friend stole it off him - and promptly lost it. Dammit… he may well need a blade too. We need to put together a forge for ourselves too… according to Pete. I dunno if that’ll happen… it’s not hard or expensive but it does involve time and fiddlement. We’ll see how serious he is.
Domestically… life continues apace. My tobacco seeds just sprouted. The wife’s other plants probly have too… I think she has tomaters n’ cabbage n’ leaves and other less meaningful crops coming up too. I’m not touching any of ‘em. I have a brown thumb and only the hardiest cactuses can stand up to my care. When I was a kid my grandma found these li’l cacti that thrive in harsh environMINTS like Arizona and Mars. I kept them alive until I stepped on one in grade six… and then threw them in the garbage in a fit of pique!
Prince Fergus is growing like a bad weed - in spurts. He shot up and out in every direction, he barely fits into the extra small harness I bought for him a month ago. And… Hannah. The li’l Niglet. She’s coming up on three years old now. How I love her, and wonder where the time goes? She’s not the rambunctious pup anymore - she’s more reserved and mature now. She plays with the new pup, but with me, she’s just different. It’s all good; but sometimes I miss her puppy days. It’s not all bad - I have two dawgs again, their bedlam and chaos keep the silence away - and ya can’t ask for better than that.
That was Ferg… less than two or three months ago…
I suppose ya gotta enjoy everything as much as ya can - while you have it.
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