Henry Gibson beware.

Last nights photos didn't give me any colour.
There was lots of action, though.

I haven't been hurt by a dentist since....1973 or so.
I appreciate how gentle dentistry has become since the frontier days.
Unfortunately, I still get an uneasiness in my gut before each appointment.
Thank you, Doctor X, and your no freezing appointments.

Or Impotent, Alberta?
Sorry, I just made that up.
But it works.

I get it.
I hit myself between my eyes with a 21-ounce framing hammer.
I was on a 10-foot ladder at the time.
I'm a trained carpenter.
Red seal and everything.
Dumb bloody move.
I won't describe my folly, other than to say 'ricochet.'

2/2
plumbing, but I do know how to replace a turdunkled well pressure switch, so this morning, I decided to do the only thing I knew how to do, and I undunkled that turdunkled pressure switch, and replaced it with new parts.
My celebration shower this morning was glorious.
I hope my repair holds.

I saw my first at Costco.
The week after Labour Day.
Yuck.

And will they eat green eggs and ham?

We have snuck over to vet clinic (wife's employer) and had showers.
That feels better 150%.