Whose fault is it that I can’t abide bullies who refuse to recognize when they are at fault?
Do you see fault in any of my photos from yesterday?







































Whose fault is it that I am blogging rather than sleeping at 3 AM? Is it because some idiot is debating a challenger for the USA presidency later today?
Here‘s Manny Walters with “My Own Fault” for the Sofar Sounds Artist Fund.
Whose fault is it that I am so grateful, here and now ?

If by fault you mean a baked potato without butter, malfunctioning lights on a “stay _ apart” sign or UMP for president -possibly, but is that fault or reality?
In reality, I can find no fault with this comment.
it’s hard to find fault with this, only a few missteps perhaps. harley is now guarding your purse. i think he has found his calling as a sentinel/model. nothing wrong with balancing dual careers. p.s. i really love your f-bomb!
I really love your comments and you are the bomb !
That’s a bad fault blogging at 3.00am…. Norty !!
Is it my fault that I don’t know what “Norty “ means ?
Aussie for naughty.. Yes it’s your fault.. 😊🌏
Your blog is faultless in my eyes, Ann.
As is yours, my faultless friend.
I can’t read too well that sign- who’s wanted dead or alive? This debate is going to be very aggravating because Trump is going to lie – but what is more aggravating is that people believe him. Trump isn’t worth you losing sleep, Ann. Have a nice day
The debate was incredibly aggravating and Trump was at fault.
He was at fault and so wasn’t the moderator, Chis Wallace. Every time Biden could talk, which was seldom, he wasn’t granted his lost time. The whole thing was a disaster. But it did show Trump’s true colors, which were not in his favor/
For the first time I realize the “F” on the F-bomb stands for “fault”. And for that I am guilty.
In my eyes, you are faultless.
Is it my fault that I idly wonder whether you carry a marker with you at all times?
I hope that the debate goes well.
I carry a marker whenever I go out these days. I wish it was as easy to obliterate the man as it is to obliterate his stickers.
At least Harley would not to be at fault, but a handy wiseman.
The fault is neither in our stars nor our cats.