doom! death! gore! destruction! puppies! blood! violence!

The day before we left for San Antonio, Mom plugged in the sewing machine and hemmed a pair of pants.

In doing so, she unplugged the deep freeze.

I think you see where this is going, yes?

That's right. Forty pounds of cow, a good amount of deer, some leftover catfish and chicken, and blood. Gallons of blood.

Mr. Freeze, meet Ms. Bleach. I'm sure you'll make a great couple.

(no subject)

Yay! Clean freezer.

Think "trowel", "dustpan", and "splatter".