drowning at 7 feet sea level
I’ve never remembered death dates before my Dad passed… but today, he has been gone two years. Miss you every damn day, Mac.
On a different note… here’s Daisy. She’s flipping old, as if you couldn’t tell. 😉
Oh, she’d had a bath two days before this picture… she just looks dirty. Must be the beard.
I was absolutely beat last evening so decided to stretch out on the sofa… but the view was energizing.
Don’t know why I’d pulled the blinds and drapes both back, but it made for a nice reflection…
Badger loathes anyone pointing anything at her, especially a camera. If I don’t get the shot long-range, forget it.
So, enjoy the top of her head.
Okay, I know it’s silly, me being a grown woman and all… but the horses!
Breanna’s riding skills have gotten better and so have Buttercup’s temperament skill. They’re best buddies now so when Bree has brushed Buttercup and cleaned her hooves… well, ‘ol Butter is proud and happy. So sweet!
Has anyone seen our yard guy?
…my kitchen window this morning… wondering what this day will bring.
Sims 4 recently dropped the Horse Ranch expansion and I took out gobs of other packs to make room. The wait had taken 9 long years, culminating in 67 pieces of dlc. Forget them; I needed horses!
This is Brianna Fraser and her Shire horse, Buttercup. They live in Henford on Bagley.
Yeah, it’s not perfect. There are stirrups but no stirrup leathers. Ah, well.
I’m obsessed with the horse muzzles. EA got a lot right in the pack, because the movements are amazing. The actions are spot on. Don’t get me wrong; ol’ Buttercup is wearing custom eyes and skin. Everything EA does can be made better by modders. 😉
I’ve not tried making wine or tending to goats or sheep. Why, when there are horses???
I NEED ONE!
Being 66 now… I feel it’s a tad unseemly to have hair this long. Almost 4 years ago, my hair was an inch long. Now? Goodness knows. The only thing stopping me.. is…I don’t know how I want it cut.
Joanie? What say you?
I hate fireworks. Not a city or county’s organized exhibitions – or even a rock star’s pyrotechnics – but the absurd dynamiting done by my neighbors.
If annihilation is their ultimate goal, the idiots made a good start last night. My house shook several times.
The noises used to be fireworks, sparklers for the kids, things of that nature.. and even some gunfire. I’d like to tell them that what goes up ultimately comes down…
The exceptionally loud noises had nothing to do with pretty lights in the sky. I cannot understand why they favor them… as they probably would never understand my viewpoint.
My stance? I was huddled in bed with two terrified dogs (Daisy has never cared – until last night) and a Navy veteran who thought the sounds were very much like being depth charged by a Russian sub.
I am not fucking amused.
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