Good morning friends. I'm just wasting a little time before I bag up my baby discus and ship them off. I seem to be on a roll. My $1000. just emailed and said he'd be sending me money this week. He wants 50 Blacks and 50 Dutch blues. As soon as I think that he's changed his mind he arrives again, just when I need them. I'm saving up for fake teeth. The best ones are $1700. I will be well on my way to being able to smile again. Who'd ever have thought?
My neighbor put an open bale of straw out in the pasture. It's been there for months and it's obvious that he didn't have any use for it. Every day when I'd ride up to check the mail on my scooter, I'd stop on my way home and get a flake of straw to use as mulch. I did it yesterday and the bale was full of big fire ants. I didn't know until they were all over my arm. Boy, did I get bitten. My lower arm got swollen and red. The swelling makes my arm look very muscular. The swelling and pustules make it look muscular like it used to be. Despite that, it doesn't bother me much.
I stayed up late (for me) last night. My best pair of Black Rams always spawn after lights out and I always miss it. I made myself stay up. I knew they were about to get it on. The dogs kept bugging me wondering why we were all not in bed. Finally the pair spawned. I snagged the eggs and they're now in a pitcher of RO.
Barb, it's good to hear that you're feeling better. Ron, have fun with the high school kids. Willie, don't wear yourself out with fish room work.
