Monday, October 31, 2016

He Can't Drive 35

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Look what I saw Saturday on the way home from a 44 oz Diet Coke run to the gas station chicken store: He can't drive 35. Heck. He c...
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Sunday, October 30, 2016

The Fruit Of Mrs. HM's Labor

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This evening I inherited the chore of feeding the chickens and the goat and the mini pony, because Farmer H has forsaken me for Sweden. That...
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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Bully Woolly! Bully Woolly!

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On the first trip up the driveway for my evening walk, I saw a Woolly Bear caterpillar. They are said to foretell the harshness of the comin...
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Friday, October 28, 2016

The Things You Overhear At The Gas Station Chicken Store

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So...as I walked into the gas station chicken store around noon today, I overheard this thirty-something lady at the counter telling the new...
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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Something Stinks To High Heaven At The Dead Mouse Smelling Post Office

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Perhaps you recall the saga presented two weeks ago concerning the loss of the weekly letters I mail to the #1 son and The Pony. While #1 ...
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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Little Big Mom

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Since her recent retirement, Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has nothing better to do than roam the countryside looking for trouble, her mouth itching to...
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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

We Probably Shouldn't Be Allowed To Roam Freely About The County

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I had lunch with my favorite gambling aunt today. While neither one of us gets up with the chickens, we do eat with the senior citizens. Ear...
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