I think I actually do that in my sleep only slower. Feels like it in the morning anyways. They do have move tho. I’m not sure how they are scored
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40degsouth
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Wow, this thread travels fast.
Anyway SubGirl and Littleleaf, maybe we could all roll up while we go in Seine
Anyway SubGirl and Littleleaf, maybe we could all roll up while we go in Seine
I don’t have a clothes line at my new place but hung clothes out at my old place all the time. I miss my clothesline…
I am way to stiff to even think about it.
Hello Sub and all the best to you and your renewed vision.
The middle photo with the small pail, that's where I kept my clothespins, when I lived on the beef ranch
dogzter
Drapetomaniac
I rotate from shoulder to shoulder like a rotisserie chicken all night.
Baby comes and nuzzles my face every hour checking up on me Bubba every two.
Sleep..........we don't do that much, team no sleep!
Makes couch naps easier and sweeter.
dogzter
Drapetomaniac
That is a hard days work all day every day them cattle and horses play rough.
I do the exact same thing. Both my shoulders hurt and I flip about every hour or so.I rotate from shoulder to shoulder like a rotisserie chicken all night.
Baby comes and nuzzles my face every hour checking up on me Bubba every two.
Sleep..........we don't do that much, team no sleep!
Makes couch naps easier and sweeter.
Mom is taking me to Target for underwear and socks and other things. Went for my afternoon walk so that's a total of 6 miles
The dilemma is that I like to cook my own food - and I have a penchant for hotGypsy, your wife finds cooking to be part of her identity, that can't be a bad thing, with all that goodness finding it's way to your taste buds & belly. Helping to provide for a better family life.
My last wife didn't understand what the word work meant, unless it was called work, picking up a bottle/glass of beer.
Oh you softy, giving into a little dog with your heart on your sleeveisn't love grand.
curries mostly - and the kids/wife prefer the wife's cooking over mine - so I usually cook for myself - unless it's a cheesy pie or more traditional English fare - egg/bacon/sausage/
chips and beans etc - then the kids like my cooking - but the wife prefers her own Philippino self cooked meals - adobe etc - we usually only share one meal per week - and that's a full English Breakfast on her day off - which we both prepare together -Mrs Nirvana is a grafter - (hard worker) - working from 10am - 10pm 6 days per week in the restaurant - so we only get to see her for a coupla hours as she's getting up in the morning - and maybe half an hour in the evening usually - before she crashes out -
- and yes - that little mutt - has somehow got to pulling my heart strings - animals usually find a way with me - and love
me back too - which is nice -
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I can ask her Subbie - when she's not so busy -
Thanx
I moved from the Vancouver area of city life to the rural area of the ranch, it was the last property that had electricity and the paved road turned to gravel. What a change coming from the big city, I was in for some of the best years of life.
I rented a house from the brothers who owned the ranch. I lived there about 12 years. I moved in with the idea I would help cover the cost of rent through helping out when needed on the ranch, I also worked in town at my full time job. I moved into the ranch paying $90.00 a month rent and moved into my own property 12 years later still paying $90.00 a month rent.
If I had to sort through my life looking for those precious years, the 12 years at the beef ranch would be at the top of my list, on my death bed I will think of my life on the ranch. It was such an interesting time.
The ranch had been passed down through family members, since it's homesteading beginnings.
It’s my hips…sciatica…
Changing sides constantly is the only way I make it thru the night.
Four years ago, I broke my right shoulder. I fractured a bone where my shoulder meets my arm. I ripped the bicep off the bone and had to wait two months for surgery due to Covid. This day it bites me every time I use it so I’ve learned how to baby that shoulder and still have a life… just getting home from being a blood one more time. I think they need to put a valve on me so I don’t have to be sticking with needles to get blood…
Hear, hear!!!!!!!!!!!
Hello Old Man! Yeah, one of those things you can die convinced you are right about, and still be wrong. Sort of like the beginning and end of the cycle of infinity.
She actually still has a tight little butt! One of the many things I admire about her!
If not shoulders, hips.................................
