Blogdramedy is not a photo blog. Sure, I sometimes post pictures with my posts…sometimes they’re mine and sometimes I snag them from others. I haven’t gotten into Photoshop so what you see is what you get. Some are incredible (okay, most of them are crap but there are one or two…I’ll post them sometime.) I’ve been inspired lately by another blogger who’s been playing around with illustrations. He’s done a fine damn job and one day, maybe I’ll take out my paint-by-numbers paint box and give it a try.
Today, the Mister and I hit the road to clean out the pipes on the Mustang. It was hot and sunny with just a hint of breeze and we had the top down all day. Now I’m on the deck having a mango-tini as an experiment.
I’m timing how long it takes for the alcohol to hit my bloodstream. DING, DING, DING! Wow..that fast, huh?
Here are a few photos from today’s drive. The first is for my friend Shouts from the Abyss, the master of all things poop. He had a hard week. Shouts…hope this makes you smile.
No, this shit is not all mine. Now excuse me, I'm trying to have a movement.
This next photo captures how I feel when face-to-face with stupidity…in this case, my own. I didn’t notice it was an electric fence.
Hey...lady. Two more steps and I get to see what human confetti looks like.
If I was the kind of person to drive a truck, this is the truck I’d drive. It’s a true “nuts & bolts” rebuild. Someone was in love
I ain't fast but I sure am purty.
Finally, I spotted this car…it’s a “Sky.” I don’t know who makes it or how much it costs. But I must test drive it immediately.
I have speeding ticket written all over me.
I thought I was king of the mountain, but I was just a fool on a hill. But the hill was made of poop!
Is that speeding ticket comment about the car or autobiographical? (Meh.)
Then I guess you are the Prince of Poop. The toilet bowl is your kingdom. You must be flushed with pride.
Never had a speeding ticket. Or any kind of ticket…and the Mustang is red. Go figure.
A SKY is a Saturn … and they quit making them in 2010.
Great…maybe I can get this one cheap.
Not too bright, I was “clotheslined” by our electric fences more times than I’d like to admit as a girl, running around after a dog, butterfly, frog, whatever the hell I was doing. Runnnnnnnnnning ::ZAP!:: Flat on my arse, crying.
I have to admit I had an overwhelming urge to touch it…just to see what would happen. Since you lived to tell the tale, I guess I would have been okay…maybe a little more curl in my hair but, that’s in nowadays!
My favorite is the horse picture and story…
More pictures, I say!
I’m trying to remember to take my camera with me wherever I go. It’s a habit that is having trouble forming…a first for me.
I’ll take your suggestion under consideration…maybe a caption contest???