Mungo’s Journal

Yet Another Instrument (of torture)

By | 2020-03-02T20:21:58+00:00 December 16th, 2019|

Mungo was a little late on posting this one (I do wish he'd do his own computer work), but I'll have him know that not only did I plant the bulbs, the pot ghetto is cleared, the tropicals are shivering in the garage, and there's a wreath on the door.  The fact that I haven't [...]

All You Need to Know About the Super Bowl in One Photo

By | 2019-02-04T16:07:37+00:00 February 4th, 2019|

Yep. Big snore fest. Shots of Gisele Bündchen were worth opening my eyes for every once and awhile. Even Frisco thinks she's fine and he has the sexuality of a soft toy. But that was pretty much it. Evidently punting is playing these days. There's a better way. It's called hockey. Go Caps. Can't sleep [...]

His Piano

By | 2019-01-28T04:17:03+00:00 January 28th, 2019|

It's difficult to describe this guy. On the one hand, He's hard. He's a former Gulf War infantry marine. Gruff. Pretty high tolerance for pain. He once pulled out his own tooth because he couldn't see the surgeon 'till after the weekend. No really. That happened. When He's not doing undecipherable tech stuff, He likes [...]

Sand and Surf

By | 2018-11-09T22:46:49+00:00 November 7th, 2018|

I could totally be a beach bum. Sand - no problem. I've got a wire coat, nothing sticks to it. Surf - I'm faster than any wave and dry off in 1.3 minutes with a stiff breeze and a towel. Babes - Well, look at me. Obviously not an issue.     This weekend They [...]