I have heard my people's cry! After all, yours is a benevolent blogger king.
'Blade, where have you been?
I hopefully refuted Jess' assertion that my absense had anything to do with an alien abduction #butt probe. There was no Close Encounter of the Michael Sam Kind.
PICTURED: the Mother's day gift to Mrs. DaBlade, from our boys. It is the Lincoln Log version of our planned bugout Chattering Teeth mountain retreat compound.
I am just happy our boys have learned the art of Lincoln Log window installation in the last 15-20 years.
This was NOT my reaction...
The reason this was the perfect gift for mom is because she is always posting pictures of log cabins like this on her FB page.
She is happy to tell anyone who will listen (and twice to those unwilling) that her dream is to escape to her own mountain log cabin, due to the sad state of moral corruption and decay that has rotted the core of this country.
For myself, I can't just sit around the compound. I've been exploring and taming the virtual island world that is Far Cry 3 in my computer.
The setting is a savage paradise where lawlessness and violence rule. Sort of like the post-obama era. Someone will have to defend the compound when Mooshell's over-sized 16 heel falls. Seriously, this is a very addictive game. I will try to come up for air more often, however. The cabin is not yet built.
I Feel Better Now - Whew.
1 hour ago