Getting slack in my old age...

Falling down on the job. *counting fingers* Three days since I've posted here. Been busy creating havoc. Seems to be my purpose in life.

The trip to the bank....let's see. Not once did he "bring in the sheep." If memory serves correct, he was hung up on "Yok peppermint patties." Yok being York but he throws a twist in there. Yea, he watches too much TV. Mainly he was quiet which was good. Think he was scared of me. He says he usually is. Haven't the foggiest idea why though.

So....this morning, being my usual lazy self, the girls, maw, and myself rode to the big town to retrieve breakfast. I cooked yesterday morning. Ain't in no mood today. Yea, STILL grumpy. Don't y'all just envy my dear husband all the more?

Let me tell ya folks. I beez ugly. Not only am I ugly, I stink. Like, rancid, road kill aroma. The past two days I've been moving furniture around the house and cleaning carpets. Sophia was here yesterday and can vouch for my ugly stinky self. I tell no lies.... Not this time anyway.

So, gotta feed the monsters. Too lazy to take a shower; not that the kidlets would allow such anyway. It's a wonder Bertha didn't run when I went outside with her keys. Barbie was still in her pajamas and Jenna had on some concoction she picked out along with waist long ratty looking hair. Barbie DID pick out her white dress shoes to wear with her pjs though.

My parents live an acre in front of us. Roll on down the driveway and stop at their back door. Get ye merry ol' cell phone and call into their house. I could have walked in there but twould require effort. Mama answers and I ask her if she wants to ride. She says she just took the curlers out of her hair but would go. Add another ugly white chick to "Bertha." Mama strolls out in a too big, Salvation Army wouldn't accept, NC State t-shirt and her hair doing some sort of 'roll' thing. Kinda like Shirley Temple in short form.

I told her there was one thing about it. NO ONE was gonna mess with us today. They might run, but they wouldn't mess with us. Here we go. Went to Burger King to retrieve chicken biscuits for Erik and to Sonic where I'm on a first name basis with "Brian" at the drive-thru. Yea, we kinda go there a lot. Thank heavens for sunglasses, Bertha sitting high, and her new car/leather seat smell. Otherwise, I mighta cleared out the kitchen with my stench seeping through the drive-thru window. Brian survived us and we got vittles for the rest of the clan.

Haven't mentioned Paw Paw have I? He had already left to go to his favorite eating joint. He has to go most every morning to catch up on the gossip in town. Didn't mention my other half either. Rarely mention him cause he doesn't turn over before usually 1 p.m. He was in his cave safe and sound away from me.

While proofreading it has come to my attention that my moustache has grown out again. I tell son #1 when he has more hair above his lip than I do he'll be a man. Must go rid myself of my manly attributes and possibly attempt to work on the stench.