Dujardin du Jour
Jeanistas, here ya go!
Splayage. A new word that you didn’t realize that you desperately needed until now.
Please, think on this word and all it means until I return.
That’s really all I’ve ever wanted. My needs are simple. Is it too much to ask?
No, I don’t think I will, thanks.
OK, I’m officially announcing a Christmas Meltdown Hiatus. Nothing serious just a lot of work stress with a couple of family members I don’t particularly care for being huge assholes in their own special way. My buttons got pressed big time, and I’ve got some thinking on things to do.
I don’t queue much on Tumblr…the fun for me is fiddle-farting around with what I am going to post, and right now that’s just more aggravation than I need. So, today is my last day of posting for a little bit. I’ll be back when I have a better attitude and don’t feel quite so stabby towards everything and everyone.
Just thought I’d explain myself ahead of time, in case anyone wondered.
A cold and snowy night for Mickey Mouse in "The Klondike Kid" (1932)
So, it’s in the low 30s tonight. I guess I should have removed the window air conditioning units a while ago. And fixed the window so it closes.
Did I mention that my house has almost no insulation and no central heat?
Yummy Mike Rowe
Seriously, I need to see this dude’s outstanding mug on my screen again NOW.
Welcome to Day 1 of DTC’s Classic Christmas! Let’s start it right with a Frank song he helped write!
Oh by gosh, by golly!
Shut up, Wesley!