Today was a good day. Lloyd had a surplus auction, I got some stuff done in Lincoln, we met up with Sam and I had dinner with some friends. (The last is very unusual for hermit-y old me.)
I want to talk about the auction. Lloyd and I usually go in together but then peel off to look at different stuff. (I look at the cool, weird things. He looks at computers. Bo-ring.)
When I wanted to find him, I stood in the middle of the vast, cavernous room and scanned for him. I figured he’d be easy to find – just look for the weird beard.
Um….
Er…..
Lloyd??
Ha!
HAHAHA! I was laughing louder with each new picture.
And I think I’ve seen some of those people when I’ve gone to auctions there.
I don’t know whether to be offended or… No, ,I”m pretty sure I’m suppose to be offended. Insulting my people like that. The nerve.
Just wondering -- can Lloyd braid his beard?
Hmmm….. I’ll have to check….
Haha!! Hilarious!
It must be the year of the beard. My son is also sporting a beard. I can’t say that I like it. He’s shaving it off at the start of baseball season.