Taking a break here boss

MoSup is at her annual reunion at the nudist camp all week, and you know what that means for me.  That's right.  Debauchery!  Which definition changes every year. It wasn't that long ago that it meant having all the guys over for adult videos, adult beverages, poker and  the recounting of old stories.  Now it means eating beans right out of the can, leaving the windows and screens open so I can shoot squirrels of opportunity, and drinking Manhattans to (Joey Dee and the Starliters, just now). Makes me wonder what happened to Eddie Cartmel (nobody you know).   I've been cataloging the 5,258 pictures that were saved willy-nilly in the HOLD file.  Done about 800 so far.  Now I'm tired of typing. Here's the next 5 in the queue.  I have the last three  Mad Men episodes for later.  OMG, Little Star.  Carol Solley. I've had a great life.