The bedroom, the dogs, and a loser named David Purdue

Well, the bedroom is finished (except for some trim) and I let the dogs in... actually, they'd come in while I was painting and Lilly stuck nose up against the wall.  Dogs don't know what wet paint is and so she had a Dusty Olive nose for a bit, until I was able to wipe it clean.  From that point on they were exiled to the hallway.  Anyway, Lilly was the first on the bed:

She's so tiny

Followed shortly by Seig.

He's so big

The dogs spend a lot of time on the bed, which is why it's always covered by old sheets.

Yesterday was also the day I packed out my sauerkraut.  That's right, I make my own sauerkraut.  It's the German in me, you know?  My grandmother, on my mother's side, used to make her own sausages every time they butchered (that's right) which would dangle from hooks in the smokehouse.  (that's right, they had a smokehouse).

My sauerkraut

Anyway, I saw was some Krazy Kristian senator, David Purdue, from Georgia, prayed for President Obama's days to be numbered, ie prayed for his death.  Someone needs to tell these Krazies that every time they do this and nothing happens, it's a fail.  This moron doesn't pray for and end to racism, or end to bigotry, or peace, or harmony, no, he prays for the President's days to be numbered.  Someone needs to sit David Purdue down and tell him how totally unchristian his behavior is and why he's an embarrassment to the Faith.  Someone needs to tell him to keep his hatred boxed up.  Instead of praying for death, he should be praying for his own forgiveness.  Of course, that's never going to happen because David Purdue thinks he's special.  In fact, he thinks he's so special he can pass judgement.  What a loser.