happiness is . . .

a trip to barberville.  kidlet and i have been trying to get over that way for a while.  today was the day.  through the thunder storms, the sun came out and a wandering we went:

 love me a ratty:

and a rooster:

yes, i roosted in this chair.  not a good idea in the florida sun:

a lizzard patch:

 why yes, i can be a horse's ass.  here's the proof!!!

and an alcoholic rooster:

nuff said:

good stuff:

good thing i have restraint:

spread those wings and fly.

and all that made us happy. happy.  happy.