And a slight pause ensues as I grub around in trenches to help build a house for daughter dear.

trenches

Meanwhile: Rebecca writes a limerick about everyone’s favorite canine ……

“There once was a doggie named Oona, who wanted to go to the Moona, the rocket’s a dud, it fell over thud, and everything went Kablooma!”

I suspect my wife is a tad psychic;  foreshadowing our national election with dogly doom.

And that’s all the news fit to print up here in the Okiedokes.  Our benign little arms race should resume shortly.

 

 

 

One Response to “Trench warfare”


  1. John Payne says:

    Geeze your not kidding, you really are building a whole entire house. I wish you the best of luck with it.

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