Oh by the way, folks,
Today we make fun of some twinkletoed wimp who becomes emotionally disturbed over a few peanut shells on his lawn.
Hey, folks, this dude oughta live where I live, along a main road that's the main route to the Tiki Bar, where I routinely patrol my front lawn for drink cups, beer bottles, leftover packaging from fast-food meals, and goodness knows what.
And my way-back property is across the street from a cemetery that gets decorated with plastic flowers so every time they mow it the whole neighborhood gets merrily festooned with shredded plastic trash.
Anyhow, one of yesterday's quests was a jaunt over to False Value Hardware for a trash up-picker so I can do my daily trash patrol without bending over.
And as for peanut shells, hey, they're biodegradable, just leave 'em lay!
Happy Leaving 'Em Lay!
Signs of life