W and I did the picnic thing over the long Labor Day weekend.
On Saturday, we went to a potluck picnic at a winery. Everyone knows a potluck never really begins until the lesbians arrive. 426 more words
Everything has a start and an end, the filling can be light or heavy going, but the content follows and this is the start, (the end may be a day or two away or many years – it depends on how I feel and when I grow weary of this, get shut down or die!) So this is the Deep Fat Friar or DFF, nothing clever, nothing smart, just a random blog about whatever catches my gaze. 476 more words