Boots and I just spend $23 on junk a box of chocolate-covered cordial cherries and one package of red and yellow tulip bulbs.
The neighbor boys are selling junk fundraising for their school.
They don't know what for.
They didn't have their paperwork filled out but I wrote them a check like the sucker I am even though the little turds are probably scamming us.
Geez Louise, if I don't get my junk back before Christmas......!

Hey, Man! You Smell Something?

Boots met the neighbors.

Apparently, back in the pioneering days, men developed an olfactory sense that alerted them to when other men were about to tear something up.

Destruction has a distinct odor or so I hear.

Couple hundred years later, men still have this ability and that's how Boots and our neighborman (who shan't be named for fear of reveiling his identity!) ripped up that dreaded holly bush last Sunday night.

They took out a cedar stump that was just chillin' in the front yard while they were at it.

There's dirt and tore up grass everywhere!

Men may be attracted to destruction but I love the smell of accomplishment!