First up - Farmer SWWBO, on one of those days where being a farmer isn't nearly as much fun as the Yuppie Farmer magazines make it out to be...

Second - I really did spend the weekend on the road, gun-running. The Arsenal of Argghhh!'s latest addition to the Indirect Fire section. The 4.2 mortar tripod (yes, tripod) is laying on the garage floor behind the 3 incher. There's a "kit" 2 inch mortar in one of those green boxes. Kit in that it's all in pieces and I have to assemble it.

The hay you see is the overflow from the Goat Infirmary, which currently has two patients.
Yes, we have goats in the garage. Talk to SWWBO.



If the Goats were radioactive, would they be "Gamma-Goats?" :)
Heh... looks like my place, what with all that lovely glow-bull warming laying about.
Four Deuce there could be one of the Shepherds, PIAT could be The Little Drummer Boy, and VIS could be the Babe-in-the-Manger all swaddled in white.
That picture reminded me of "A Christmas Story".... "WHAAAAA.... I CAN'T GET MY ARMS DOWN!!" "Oh, don't worry about it- you can put them down when you get to school."
HAHA. Love that movie.
GAMA Goat.
Being a lunatic of some sort or other meself, I've always wanted one of those things. Major Unger said I'd prolly make a good mortarman, being too scatterbrained to pay attention long enough to learn how to work the big serious artillery.
And yet you give all that up for... California.
Wuss. Give all that up for... warmth. A poor trade!
11 degrees (Farenheit for you insufferable metricals) this morning. As for your description of Nebraska in winter... there *is* a reason we don't live any farther north than we do... The wind chill is twitching between -4 and -7
Heh. Of course, if there'd been work I was willing to do that wasn't only in Colorado Springs, we'd live in the mountains.
BTW, I am getting transfered to Tulsa this spring. I'm not going far enough south!