I’m built just like my Dad and he was built just like his.

Tall, skinny, no ass and a little pot belly.

When I quit drinking and went to work for that last asshole outfit, I worked so hard that I eventually wound up punching four new holes in my belt to keep my britches from falling off.

There may be one more coming.

If I get any skinnier I may have to get some suspenders to go with it.

Gandor, Gandy, Gandolf, something like that.

H/T to Terrapod.

But I am going to be Bucket Gardening some along with the one raised bed out in the back gravel pit as soon as the last frost date goes by. Probable a little bit sooner because that is May around here and I won’t be able to stand waiting.

Some is better than none. It is going to depend on how may freaking family issues that are going to wind up on my plate.