Good Evening, Greasytown:
I am recovering nicely from my latest bout with illness, thank goodness. Almost back to my normal self save for some lingering coughing fits. Its raining again here and everyone keeps telling me just wait til August...then I'll pray for rain. I have seen a coupla real nice rainbows this season however. Those are always too cool.
On the domestic front, my fam damily is having a nervous breakdown. Crazy Sis and Mama are having problems with their new place. Seems they need to replace the gas stove and Sis is dragging her feet. We worry about safety issues but she sez its under control. We tell her this is nothing to dick around with but she seems insulted by our concern.
In addition Jethrene is having issues. About a month ago, a friend of hers from back in Devil's Asshole came out, lured by a good paying job offered in Brother Bubba's company. Bubba is the general manager of Bypass Snacks and Chips Inc. He hired Jethrene's pal Roz and Roz was gonna bunk in with Jethrene and the kids until she got her own place. Well, Jethrene and Roz had and argument and now Roz in bunking over at Bubba and Suffering's. Bubba and Suffering are not crazy about this arangement but, being good Christians, they couldn't very well leave the girl to the mean streets of Cow Snot. So this is a mess. In addition, one of the kids had a mishap. Daisy May broke her collar bone in an incident at day care. Some other little snot pushed her down resulting in the injury. The poor little darling. Suffering is watching her through the day while Jethrene works. I'm going over tomorrow and help her out. The girl just does so much....I am concerned that she is stretching herself too thin. In addition to her duties at home, she is also the office manager for Bypass Snacks and Chips Inc. which is a full time job and then some. She needs to tell all her worthless children to run their own lives but she won't. Glad I had the forsight to remain childless.
Otherwise, life goes creeping on. Our new building manager is a large, boistrous windbag of an ex-cop named Mickey. If he's outside holding forth, you can here his big, fat yap going clear up here. He seems like a nice enough guy but he never comes up for air. Yak..yak...yak. I thought I was bad. And he's a big guy...over 6 feet and 250 or more. I bet he buys his clothing at the Big and Loud Men's Store.
Twilight is approaching here in Cow Snot. As I gaze out the window I see Sylvia, another inma...I mean resident and her dog Tyler out for the evening "duty". The light is dimming(and the rain has stopped but I still hear thunner,) but I can tell who it is by the deck shoes, the white ankle socks and the babushka....and that's on the dog. Sylvia is wearing capri pants, which should be outlawed for those who are on the high side of 80 and with ample cabooses. Or anybody for that matter. The last person that saw yers truely in a pair of peddle pushers went blind.
Well, I'm gonna go hit the hay. Catch up on some much needed shut-eye. Have a safe and happy Fourth of July, everyone.
reguards
yer ever observant pal
bugg
posted on July 1, 2009 7:39 PM ()
I hear ya on the capri's. Also, do your neighbors allow their dog to do their evening duty on the sidewalks. That really chaps my hide around here. Some idiot neighbor always brings her dog to our sidewalk to do his evening duty. I've been tempted to scoop it all up and drop it neatly on her front porch some early morning. Dare me??!!
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