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Beau Wann, Jr.
Wellllllllll, guess who's up? No, really, guess ! ! ! Me of course...My back said "get up", so I did. I do try to obey the voices in my head ! Well, I had to get up anyway, because aa catchy little tune was and is aabout to drive me krazy..."you don't have to be lonely, at farmersonly.com"....do yall get that commercial in the big city???
When I first sawr that, I thought, "man, now I can get someone to talk to", or woids to that defect. I asked my beloved if it was ok, and she said sure, as long as they will cook and clean...then I let my mouth run away with, "well hells bells, I got one now, but she doesnt cook or clean"....
I'm still alive...but, got an early frost...man, did I have to do some backpeddleing and shuckin and jivin..."oh dear, you know I was just foolin about..."...gonna have to buy my beloved a new gun or fishin rod, or maybe some camo undies...now there's some foolish stuff ! If your beloved has camo undies, and falls in the leaves, you wont be able to find her, or him....whichever the case may be ! ! !
Case in point, I had some swell camo spyglasses, with camo lens covers...the first to be lost in the forest, was what? Yup, one of the spyglass lens covers, and then the spyglasses...then I just had 3 swell camo lens covers...never could lose them, still have em...and they are where? Somewhere round here...bout the onliest (east texaas for only) thing I can find, my 3 swell ol camo spyglass lens covers...
You remember when I last left you, my back was hurting as bad as it did when I broke it last christmas???? Well sirs or ma'ams, I was just gonna lounge around in me pjs and sip this, or nibble on that etc ! ! !
As luck would have it, and she pretty well get's to have it her way, the concrete folks called up and said "your two 14 yard truck load of crushed concrete is on the way ! ! ! I could hardly refuse, cause we've been trying to get some for about 3 or 4 months...
So, I get my tractor clothes on, and steel toe boots, fire up the tractor and waiit...yonder they come ! ! !
Now, my back, and the voices in my punkin haid are both screamin at me, "you are NOT going out there in 900 degree weather with a broke back and sprread out the crushed concrete..." Well, sirs or ma'ams, dont have much choice...so I worked for about 5 hours spreading the crushed DUST out, cause that's about what the most of it was, DUST ! ! ! Not much I can do about that now, just go with the flow...of dust! ! !
Been crampin up all night something fierce...and I drank a hunert (east texas for hundred) gallons of water, and several bottles of Gatorade, and still cramped up! My fine bod sure could have used an excorsist or two...Even one of my quadraceps (sp) was seizing up....I was trying to remember what Lynn Prewit was saying to drink if you got cramps...and for the life of me, I just cant recollect...so I had some potato salad and cole slaw and peach tea...for an early breakfast....that oughta do er ! ! !
Guess what else ! ! ! No, go on and guess ! ! ! Nope, not that...ok, Jack, mah dawg, broke the desk lamp this fine early morn...yup, he was on the love seat, and his tail was hooked into the lamp cord, and when he sawr me, his tail fired up and whupped that ol lamp offin the desk, and it hit the floor and brokee...they sure dont make lamps like they use to, do they ! ! ! I didnt like that stupid ol lamp in the foist place. It was one of those "bankers lamps", but not with a green shade...it had an opaque glass cover, so when you turned it on, it blinded you...we hardly ever used it anyway, so ah guess Jack, mah dawg, did us a favor ! ! !
aaaahhhhhrrrrrgggggg...that's mah back a hollerin ! ! ! I think I will lay down in the freezer...maybe duct tape a frozen pizza to my back....yeah yeah yeah, we eat frozen pizza...cant get pizza delivery up here on sam mount wanninski.....cant get phone service, or the newspaper either...have to go to one of three places to get stuff...the Exxon station, the Valero Station, or Rattlers, (shell station and Burger King)...
I will say, Valeros has the best fried catfish, fried shrimp, and fried chicken, all for about 5 bucks each....The catfish is really good...The Exxon station has good kolaches....and the shell station has great fudge...see, we want for nothing up here, er or out here...cant get it delivered though...
ok, guess I'll repair to the fridge...keep the sun at your six, when it comes out, and ride boldly ride...in the freezer, old geezer, with tweezer, dont sneezer....a mind is a terrible think....
Oh, hey, me, Mr Magoo, is getting gnu glasses...at Brenham Eye Associates...the eye doctors name is...Dr. Deborah A. Thomas...formaly from Oak Forest. Her office was on 43rd...she knows some of YOU PEOPLE...Anyway, she is great people, and so is her staff...and, they're on our vision insurance plan...
Say goodnight Gracie...."goodnight Gracie"...
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