.... And my grapes are ripening as I speak. Nothing like several hundred pounds of ripening winegrapes to keep those nasty little yellow *******s interested in bunking down nearby. Dang I got stung through my pants by something when mowing the strip across the lane a few days ago.
Anyway, maybe we should move this over to the Sandbox, I could on for a while about those little yellow and black terrorists.
Anyway, maybe we should move this over to the Sandbox, I could on for a while about those little yellow and black terrorists.