I congratulated the early morning birds for getting here in the middle of the week – early. Thanks to you too!
We’re starting on the downhill side of the mid-week hump now… and perhaps you’ll catch the thrill of the ride. In any case we’re trying to make it interesting.
Looks like everybody and his brother is trying to ferret out some news about the coming election… although the coming wedding of one of the ‘royal’s children to what up to now has been a ‘commoner’ is grasping at the attention of at least half the TV watching population.
Some are planning to get up early – am I right in saying it’s Friday morning? Not sun up here on the east coast – but the time difference between the US East coast and
Everyone seemed to come down a peg or two when they found out Mr. Obama and Family were not invited to
Here in beautiful downtown Taylors, SC – we are struggling with a leaky water line out front… but it looks as if the repair crew will be here tomorrow or the next day… and we will probably be without running water for an hour or two. Oh my… what a throwback to Colonial Days when we were at the subject whim of the British… BBH… (Before Bunker Hill … or
So we must ‘soldier’ on.
After this week clears out perhaps we’ll have a clear road for summer just as soon as we can figure out who is siphoning all the money out of the American economy with high gasoline taxes and a willingness to make the sands of the Caribbean our scape goat… although there’s precious little evidence of who is pulling the strings… and we won’t know ‘till we get everything copacetic again – and perhaps not then – if it’s Hugo Chaves’ in Venezuela who is running up the cost of filling up the tank in the average American car or truck.
Maybe *that* ought to be our next goal… to get gas prices back to the level of the January in which he took office. But we’ll leave that in the hands of the Lord!
Thanks for coming by… drop me a line when you feel like it – and perhaps we’ll get things back to at least approaching normal.
God bless you all.
Cordially, IN HIM
Jack
“JUST A MINUTE”
HAS YOU EVAH SEED SUCH A MESS?
BB: Jist a Minit Mr. Jack – I ain’t never seen candidates in such a mess as this’n.
Jack: What’s the complaint Mr. Billy Bob?
MizP: Ah kin tell ya Mr. Jack… hit’s th fack we don’t know who’s a-runnin’.
BB: You know Mr. Obama is a-runnin’ –
MizP:Oh of co-uss Ah know tha-ut ever body knows tha-ut!
BB: If everbody awreddy knows Miss P… what ah we a-tqwkin’bout?
MizP: We’s a try-in Mr. Beeelie, ta raiz th’ level of eddicashun.
Jack: He’s always been very perspicacious.
MizP: Who? Mr. ‘Bama or Mr. Jack?
BB: Well… both I reckon. – an whut does persnikityshus mean anyway?
MizP: Hit means – Mister Beelie… he knows everthang.
Homer: Oh Ah knows lot’sa folks like tha-ut.
Jack: They know everything?
Homer: Naw… hit’s they THANK thy know everthang.
MizP: If’n we don’t git th’ word Rite Mr. Jack – we’ll lose our pu-lace in th line.
Homer: An we shore don’t want ta do tha-ut.
MizP: Ah betcha ah kin ketch you fellers on a word – you won’t know whut hit means.
BB: Oh Ah don’t thank so Miz Pearlie… what Ah don’ know Homer knows…
Homer: Er Mr. Jack’ll know.
MizP: ”Let him that puts on his armor not boast ‘till he takes hit off.”
Homer: Oh at’s in Proverbs Ah thank.
MizP: See Ah knowed you’d miss hit.
BB: Uhmmm OK… Lessee… Ezekiel then…?
MizP: Oh, Pshaw… now you’s jist a –guessin’.
BB: OK… whut’s your mystery word?.
MizP: Well…you’ll never guess hit.
BB: OK… jist try hit.
MizP: Peplum -- !
BB: Hit’s a brekfus cerul.
Mizp: Nope… try again.
Homer: My turn… hit’s a kinda cloth…like cor-du-roy.
MizP: Nope – you both wrong.
Jack: Sorry -- Time’s up – we’ll hafta see about it next Wednesday – I’m Jack Buttram.
(END)
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