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This broody image of sheep on a hillside

I’m posting! On a Saturday!

What the hell, I’m having fun paging back through the year’s posts. It’s not like it’s effort…

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Comment from AliceH
Time: December 30, 2017, 11:19 pm

Second Saturday in a row, no less!

I love this picture, btw.

 


Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: December 31, 2017, 2:03 am

Saturday posts are great. All the other blogs I read have been much quieter than usual the last couple weeks. Maybe they, unlike me, have lives…Well, I *have* a life. It’s just that it consists almost entirely of childcare, housework, and paying work. *sigh* Maybe one of these days I will have time off that doesn’t involve cleaning or, worse yet, collecting bodily fluids. (I had to collect stool samples from the 19mo this week)

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: December 31, 2017, 2:36 am

Broody, indeed. Seems to me it would be ever so much broodier with chickens.

Kidding aside, that’s a striking photo. I like it a lot.

 


Comment from Niña
Time: December 31, 2017, 6:21 am

And it’s my younger daughter’s birthday!

This does seem strange, though. I could get used to it!

 


Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: December 31, 2017, 11:58 am

Happy New Year to you, Stoaty, Badger, and fellow minions!

 


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: December 31, 2017, 1:55 pm

Indeed Happy New year!
It was fun finding you posted!

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: December 31, 2017, 4:25 pm

Happy New Year to all!

I’m enjoying this post retrospective of a year in the life of a Weasel….

By the way, has anyone else noticed the complete lack of “The Year in Review” articles in the press?

 


Comment from dissent555
Time: December 31, 2017, 5:46 pm

A happy new year to all in the Stoativerse.

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: December 31, 2017, 8:56 pm

I noticed that, Some Veg. I guess they couldn’t bear it…?

 

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