Come on up on the porch...
 

Well, howdy there...come on up here and rest them puppies awhile. Oh, Frannie's pannies, ain't no need to worry about them cob webs, they ain't goin no where. Those ole spiders are happier'n pigs in mud to live up there, and you can do it later. Yeah, I heard about Lizzi losing her job, and her with those four kids. Unemployment ain't gonna buy those kids school fixings nor put enough food on the table to feedem.

She way too proud to be asking fer any help, ain't gonna go down and ask nobody fer nothing. Yeah, I remember back in the 70's when things got tight, neighbors traded what they didn't need to others fer what they did.
Now, Bessie Mae, you know folks ain't that smart these days...I got over 8 dozen eggs in there...Miss Evi Lee used to swap me fresh milk fer eggs and baked bread.

Folks don't can foods like they did, too much work, everybody got to work to make a livin these days. I think we need a food co op...leave them ole politions out of it...people have too many eggs, swap em for something else they need from somebody...got too many towels in good shape. Somebody needs em, you might need shoes fer the kids...bet Lizzi would be glad fer some shoes fer them yougins.

My youngins...oh heaven chile, I letem run ragged, barefooted, ratty haired...but now they good chilrens...they respects folks or I gets out the ole board of education right fast like. Oh JMiller, he moved from that place, ain't been by there yet, its been a hard chore keeping my Twink from doing damage to the place. SandyC jest built that purty pond fer that sweet Jim...yeah, he sho is lucky to have her.lol

Kicker, still kicking I reckon, just not people I hope.lol Sarah, been having a hard time of things...but she strong as any pioneer women you ever heard. Trik...best chile a Momma could have, never give me no trouble fer a flea's minute. Earl, yeah, still my lil fishin buddy...Flygurl...no she ain't flying no more, she been doing porely lately.

Bessie Mae you come back anytime and you keep praying fer all my yougins...Yeah, Lordy have mercy I sho nuff of Sundays got too many to remember them all, but I do, don't know how somedays...BESSIE MAE BEALLES YOU AINT BOUT TELL NO BODY ON THIS EARTH MY TRUE AGE, not ifn you want to see your next cake day!!:)

Geeze you can tell its summer, no one wants to come up to your porch! Well guess I will just plop a seat here. Meet my friends mama, mother and father and baby duct tape.

Still waiting for that fishing excursion of yours. The waters are pretty warm so fishing is slow except when the storms come in.

I'll come set as soon as I get these paint brushes rinsed out.

Hi Momma. I been tending my chillin's yunguns. We took'em up to the park tonight in the pickup and roasted hotdogs over a campfire. Then we swang on the swings until the stars came out.

Ole Duke got sprayed by a skunk a few nights ago, so he's a social reject. My new black and white kitten has a cold and sprays snot when she sneezes. But other than that, we're all doing fine here in the sticks of central Utah, home of fry sauce and national capital of green Jello salad.

Glad alls well with you 'n yours. :hug:


*tappity tap tap* hangs sign on fence post: *FREE DUCT TAPE*

Heeeere, jmiller.

*polishes double barrel shotgun*

Twink,
I'm no lawyer but on TV I seen that. Don't they call that entrapment? You have to have patience now!!! Can I sit and wait too? C'mere jmiller. We won't hurt you. (snicker, snicker)

Well looks like I will have to set up my trap door on that porch. When I get enough of you ladies up there I'll just have to release the switch and down you go into a pile of pig slop.

I also added a little extra flavor, of skunk juice to the recipe. Hope you all enjoy..........hehehe