First off, a Fungus Report, for Thunderpants. The pictures may not be thunder-level (mainly because I only bother using my iPhone), but the growth is SPECTACULAR. those bigger discs are about 12 inches across. My neighbor asked me if I thought they were edible, but more than one person at the party last night seemed to be more interested in the possibility of hallucinogenic properties….
Oh yeah, the party. Oh well, we had a good time. Some friends were regrettably missing, but we made up for it with the ones we had. Making do. There were kids, and dogs, and Zelmo delivered a bottle of a local distillery’s whiskey that I am quite looking forward to trying….
Speaking of which, yelped Smut Clyde: “..I am happy to provide extensive suggestions & tasting notes. That is what you are after, right?”
No sir. I am suggesting you blatherskites deliver samples.
The weather was gorgeous, warm and sunny, maybe a little humid. A fine time, it was, and we wish all of you could have joined us, if for no other reason than to demonstrate that all these people I talk about do not exist solely in my head. Maybe then EVERYONE WILL STOP LOOKING AT ME FUNNY.
In any case, Lucifer is a fucking wreck today:
She’s got to learn to pace herself.