Saturday, May 17, 2003
The First I Don’t do
I don’t do bras. I haven’t done them in ages. As with all statements there is an exception to the rule. I wear them in summer when my tees are thin and I’m in public. Now remember I said the tees were thin but the Momma isn’t. In fact my tits look like a set of parenthesis encompassing my navel. They said this would happen and guess what they were right.
In The Country
The Sweet Thing called today to say her dearly beloved was coming to
‘grandma’s house” to put the mower on the tractor. Now not saying that this is a big deal but the grass up here is so high it is tickling my ass. My “ paint the trim” on the new doors project is pretty well under control. I managed to haul my butt up a step ladder two steps without falling off this time. Life sure is fun when your knees take a vacation every time to ascend even two inches off the ground. This ain’t a brag so don’t take it that way, but the better half (joking of course) and I quit smoking over a year ago. Not for health reasons but because it cost an arm and my first-born to buy the smokes for both of us. Instead we bought new doors for the homestead. Five doors (exterior) and four storm doors, a good two years of smoke-free living in the upside down suop bowl. I’ll explain later.