My tweets

• Fri, 19:00: Shitball the Peacock (that's his actual name) refused to be rounded up into the barn and will be spending the night in a tree. Again.
• Fri, 23:55: Fun evening bonding with Eldest Aunt and Formerly Delinquent Cousin. This family is quite a crew.
• Fri, 23:56: One of FDCousin's work crew got "these dick-hardz pills - you know, from the liquor store" and had to go to hospital. Too effective.
• Fri, 23:59: Apparently before SWATing was a thing, porning someone's house was a thing. Take super explicit magazines, paper the outside of a pal's pad.
• Sat, 01:01: My fitbit #Fitstats_en_US for 2/26/2016: 9,650 steps and 4.2 miles traveled. https://t.co/gFMrr7HEB6

Thursday, Friday: San Diego road trip & family reunion

Perhaps Doctor Mrs. Uncle Davy is not my favorite person in the world. (She made a point of telling me that my nice black lacy party skirt was "girly", and upon my dubious look, insisted that "lace is girly!" I found something to do which was out of the RV.)

Uncle Davy has a tiny mop-dog, as if Gabrielle had been hit by a shrink-ray and had rolled in some spilled coffee. The dog has a Tile chip on her collar, and a bell, because she will crawl into remote corners of the house (Uncle Davy and Doctor Mrs. Uncle Davy's house) to take a nap and no-one can find her. Uncle Davy's keys are likewise Tile'd. The Tile only tells you the rough geographic area, so the bell is necessary so you can hear when she moves.

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The Pomelo is Mightier than the Cantaloupe.

Pictures.

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