Another Wednesday without a whopper...

I checked into getting "legal" pictures for the blog. Let me tell you, it's a jungle out there--almost enough to make me give up and go back to posting pictures just like I've always done. Either that, or I'm gonna become a photographer. A lawyer told me that posting the eye candy probably won't get me in trouble, but I know if I do, this blog will wind up feeding into that XXX site again. I'm sure you're all tired of hearing this, but we may have to go forward pictureless, unless I'm the one behind the camera.

That being said, I seriously doubt I'll be photographing any whoppers--at least, not the kind you're used to seeing here on a Wednesday.


I picked some peppers yesterday and made pickled peppers for the first time since 2004. The reason I know it's been that long is because I still have two jars left from that last batch. Dunno why I stopped eating them because they're really good. Might be that I simply forgot about them until I had to clean out the storage room for the new furnace. I found all sorts of things in there that I'd forgotten about. Then again, 2004 was the year I started writing with the intention of making it my new career. Hmm....

There's something very satisfying about growing peppers--so smooth, shiny, and colorful. And then there's the shape, which is sort of phallic. Interesting....
So here are today's whoppers. Sorry. It's the best I can do for now.

 I plan to pick the basil and make pesto today. Isn't that exciting??????

Yeah. I know. It's boring. Just like my life without the hunks. Okay. I'll shut up now. This has me so bummed...