Sometimes in the mornings

while on the way to work, it looks like this from our front deck.




Anyone jealous?

Tonight's high school basketball game

stunk, but that's okay. We still enjoyed it. Here's a few shots. And yeah, the pep band was awesome!


~Saxy

Friday's Joke

A sexy woman went up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately.

She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently caressed his full beard. "Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands. "Actually, no," he replied.

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair. "I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes. I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.

"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.

Go read Mr. Hand's

unfinished novella.

wickedtruth.blogspot.com

Make sure you start with Chapter One. It isn't edited, it isn't finished, but it is very much worth your while.