|Heading home after a long day...|
At any rate I switched the radio to the O.F.F. mode and nearly started cussing a blue streak. Then this popped into my head...
Ah yes, the dulcet tones of the Wicked Witch of the West. Well, at least compared to the voice of that screeching harpy running for the Democratic Presidential nomination.
At that point hilarity in the cockpit of the vehicle ensued. Odd considering how traffic was moving at maybe 5 MPH (that's 8.04672 km/h for you metric types, pretty damn slow no matter how you measure it). I'm sure the surrounding drivers thought me a right loon.
So, the political rant I had been mulling over today flew right out the window.
Yup, just like those flying monkeys. (Was that a Trump rally towards the end of that clip? Couldn't really tell in all the excitement.)
Anyhoo, it was a beautiful day here in Little Rhody. So I decided to take the night off. Toss a couple of photos your way, a couple of Tube O' You clips, make good. And we're on our way.
See you tomorrow. I'm gonna go outside and pine for the fjords. Or something...
|When the sun shines on the bay...|
|Red, white, and blue center line. Why I must be on the parade route. What parade? Why the oldest Fourth of July parade in the country. (The world really...)|
|Do, do, do, lookin' out my backdoor...|
(Okay, technically it's the view from my driveway, I claim artistic license.)
|The birds they were a singing, the bees they were a buzzing.|
Yup, way too nice a day to spoil with a rant.