It's getting that time of year again for the watermelon ta come on out and join every southern table in the land. The rain storms still hittin us pretty hard. The grass is love'in it. Our neighbor barrowed our lawn mower just today. He mows our grass as well for the use of it. Thank you Mr. James! Mike's usually to tired and sleepy from a long nights work. And that's all I have ta say bout that.
And as the story goes,and ya'll know what I'm talkin bout,Things have been all quiet on the P.O. front for now. That was quite the strangeness goin on. We still haven't figured what that was all about. But we guess we'll never know what was goin on in the dudes head at the time. Probably not worth knowin if the truth be told. Another one of A.K.'s stupid pranks. Her chops got busted on that one. Broken bitch face all around. I truely guess she lost a few gray hairs on that one. Let's all dig up the dead poodle in the back yard! LOL! Oh! I forgot! It's sittin right next to her.
Let's not forget Mothers day is this Sunday. Ya'll all rush down to WFM for one of Mike's famous cakes. He's been told he's way to fabulous on them. Mike always replies he's just sprinklin the fairy dust. Ms. T. needs ta take a frickin hike. Take yourself back to your miserable Atlanta where the hot air never stops. Along with A.K. mind ya. Carpet munch on each other.
Bubba
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