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[chickadoodles]

I'm trying to hide from house work.

 

[ronott1]

Funny for today!

 

[chickadoodles]

I love that Ron and I can't honestly say I have done the same!

 

[pennyJo1960]

ditto from me Ron too funny.... Did get all barred out of the big coop that means 10 left

 

[Cynthia12]

Oh...he got big! This is the fellow you were showing us pics of not that long ago?
He looks SO sweet sleeping.

Yes! He got to be as big as my Golden, and i paid for a mini..a pretty penny at that. Let's see if I have one of him before i sent him to our daughter. He wasn't even full grown yet in this photo..or two. Plus, he isn't even a yr. old yet...come this Nov. he will be.

Well I have absolutely no idea where I came across this laughing puppy I'm using for my avy. At all. I find it a bit disturbing I can't place it. View attachment 1138996

I have a folder within my BYC folder that has member pics..but those are just for referencing to show everyone's cool pics to family and friends. Like your pic of the candling showing the duckling legs! That just has to be shown...lol.

The explanation usually starts out..."you know Cynthia, the white splash hen, the one with the black specks...well this was taken by Cynthia, the lady who has a hen just like her. Look at her candling pic of the duckling's legs!!!! Isn't that amazing?"
(oh yes, I show everyone's pics off...lol!)

But this pic wasn't in that folder. It's curious it made me think of you...lol.

I usually don't like to use a pic someone else has been using without asking. I feel it's like stepping on their territory I guess?View attachment 1138998 I kinda know you and thought I'd ask if we crossed paths.View attachment 1138999 I figured you wouldn't roast me too badly if it was (hopefully)...and I'd change it out for more "wicked" attire.

Ha..! It didn't take me long to find it in google you silly munchkin.

 

[Cynthia12]

Funny for today!
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LOL!

I'm stealing that one Ron. Too funny!

 

[ronott1]

LOL!

I'm stealing that one Ron. Too funny!

I know!
eye floaters can be quite bothersome sometimes

 

[CapricornFarm]

I'm trying to hide from house work.

I do that all the time. I go outside where i don't have to look at stuff that needs to be done in the house.

 

[superchemicalgirl]

OK, we are all back home.

We didn't get arrested but the guy that owned the campground did have to tell Dsqard not to enter in the (clearly marked) exit and to drive slower.

It was just what we needed - rest, relaxation and limited electronics.

I got there first and had about 90 minutes to myself. It was the perfect time period to have a snack, rest a bit and then scope out the landscape and plant some large fake tarantulas I had brought with me.

The first night we were visited closely by some yowling/howling/hooting thing that was pretty scary. I put my earplugs in. It came back each night. We named it Hootie.

The best idea I had was to mark the portajohn and my tent with glowsticks. I still got lost one night, but only for a few seconds.

The first morning Dsqard and I left the others at the campground and went to scope out the actual bathhouse with running water.

Little Bathhouse of Horrors.

There were two shower stalls. Dsqard took the one on the left. I got the one on the right.

Note that I do not like bugs. Especially spiders.

I see some daddy long legs on the sides of the shower. I tell myself that I'm a (dirty) adult and that I can handle this. I breathe, I get naked, turn the water on, and step in. It's a stall shower, and on the bottom has a wood slat thing on it.

As the water runs and heats up, the action starts.

Out of the bottom of the wood slat thingie comes all the creepie crawlies. ALL THE CREEPIE CRAWLIES. About a billion wolf spiders. And a 4 inch millipede. I start whimpering, almost ready to cry and Dsqard is not nice about it in the next stall. She's telling me that it's just daddy long legs and that I'm a baby.

I invited her to come inspect it, but she declined until I was wearing clothes. Upon inspection she conceded that it was horrifying.

Speaking of that, I had 4 extra fake tarantulas, so this morning Dsqard and I hid them around the bathhouse. My favorite, perched over the TP roll, ready to fly out when someone pulls the hanging piece down to grab some:

I might have also left a similar situation at a rest area in Massachusetts.

 

[ronott1]

OK, we are all back home.

We didn't get arrested but the guy that owned the campground did have to tell Dsqard not to enter in the (clearly marked) exit and to drive slower.

It was just what we needed - rest, relaxation and limited electronics.

I got there first and had about 90 minutes to myself. It was the perfect time period to have a snack, rest a bit and then scope out the landscape and plant some large fake tarantulas I had brought with me.

The first night we were visited closely by some yowling/howling/hooting thing that was pretty scary. I put my earplugs in. It came back each night. We named it Hootie.

The best idea I had was to mark the portajohn and my tent with glowsticks. I still got lost one night, but only for a few seconds.

The first morning Dsqard and I left the others at the campground and went to scope out the actual bathhouse with running water.

Little Bathhouse of Horrors.

There were two shower stalls. Dsqard took the one on the left. I got the one on the right.

Note that I do not like bugs. Especially spiders.

I see some daddy long legs on the sides of the shower. I tell myself that I'm a (dirty) adult and that I can handle this. I breathe, I get naked, turn the water on, and step in. It's a stall shower, and on the bottom has a wood slat thing on it.

As the water runs and heats up, the action starts.

Out of the bottom of the wood slat thingie comes all the creepie crawlies. ALL THE CREEPIE CRAWLIES. About a billion wolf spiders. And a 4 inch millipede. I start whimpering, almost ready to cry and Dsqard is not nice about it in the next stall. She's telling me that it's just daddy long legs and that I'm a baby.

I invited her to come inspect it, but she declined until I was wearing clothes. Upon inspection she conceded that it was horrifying.

Speaking of that, I had 4 extra fake tarantulas, so this morning Dsqard and I hid them around the bathhouse. My favorite, perched over the TP roll, ready to fly out when someone pulls the hanging piece down to grab some:

View attachment 1139492

I might have also left a similar situation at a rest area in Massachusetts.

Sounds like a fun(and Halloween appropriate) trip.

I was expecting a different genre of photos though