Morning everybody.
Just a quick drive by posting here. Heading out the door for work.
Hey
PMM.

You crazy edamame eatin' Mama. I keep missing you. Like ZZUB.
Speaking of which, what's up
ZZUB? You kill me. You really do. My stomach hurts and I think I ruptured my spleen. BTW, Mel will be right over with the bill for
that. Yeah, I don't need your stinkin' address. We already got it.
Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. Get on that, would ya? (((((((SLURP))))))))))))
Marky Mark and Rhonda, hope yall had a nice anniversary.
I don't think I have time to list everybody here but just consider yourselves shouted out to.
Okay, I have to say that last night after I went to bed, I laid there and did the silent laugh thing where no sound comes out of your mouth and your whole body just shakes. For fifteen minutes. FIFTEEN MINUTES. Apparently my Man can sleep through anything. Yall are NUTS. Every last one of you. And Grammy. Ohhhh Grammy.

You know what.
WILLYOUSTOPTOUCHINGME.
Okay
Sher Honey. Hope the five miles doesn't do you in. Remember, no Cowboy songs though, k? And you know I would NEVER mention the name which shall remain nameless. Cause I got much love for the Sherster. And I know you were up late. And I don't want you to feel any worse than you already do after your 5 miles this morning.
But you never said I couldn't mention Pickled Pigs Feet. Or Hogshead Cheese. Which YOU KNOW WHO actually eats. Talk about hand me a keyboard. Or a fanny pack or ten.
Yeah, the stuff in the ziploc is mystery meat. Much like at the church get together way back when. I'll say it again. Eating coon unintentionally is so not a fastpass.
And NO the picture is not one of my personal collection. I'm not THAT much of a redneck. Or am I?
Yall have a great day. I'm out....