Reluctant Hillbillie

You made me weary just reading that.

Heh at the seeing “farting contests”.

Two things you will remember together always…yer Aunt D and the dandelion angel. And now I too will think of them together...

Haha my parents own a small town craft store where the townsfolk stick their art n crafty stuff to try and sell. My dad done up all these signs, making them personal when able…one was the “The nicest thing about living in Ashford is that when you don't know what you're doing, chances are someone else does.”

Hopefully it will end up being a storm in a teacup. But then they run the risk of people not taking the next one serious.

How far do you hafta walk?

As a warm-up after being out spotlighting my dad would allow us kids a wee glass of Green Ginger wine…good gawd the stuff tasted horrible but it indeed would give one a nice warm flow through yer body.

Its worse when it comes in a cask [chateau de cardboard]…although the dogs used to like batting the casks blown-up inner-tube around.

My Gran used to drink sherry. She’s English so I always thought it a fancy English drink.

And what a mighty fine fellow he looks too.

Are you an angel?

are you wearing the groovy shoes?

That with all the above would just about send you over the edge.

Uhm did he get the loo paper that was on yer list? Because yeahbuddy I know mine would be in it deep if he hadn’t.

Congratulations to you both for making it to 17...

oh I had the most sublime icecream last night…Beyers WaffleCone. Yum.

Now you should take another pic, same pose as the bandana one, but put a grr snarl on yer dial…for those days that suck…

Wow so even tho they could actually SEE that the copper lied via the video this is still dragging on for you.

Hopefully it will be over soon…

“moment by moment, not monument by monument”…Exactly. Plus whatever you miss you might catch on yer ten or twenty or fifty yr anni…

…I can hear yer now...Hey JHoney do you remember picnicking amongst the poop in gay Paree on our weddingmoon -- You’d think they wouldn’t put up with the likes, being the French and all.

For the laidback bugger I appear to be on the outside I can be a constant detail goer-overer on the inside. But I too have learnt to go the Doris Day Way--kay serah seraah.

Do cows get premenstrual?

…they’d probably enjoy the junk-food binge then.

But what a strange diet indeed. I know our chooks are pretty costly on the corn...they still get it tho.