Don't send thanks, send money.......

My three year old grandson, Ashton, has been very sick. He would not eat anything yesterday, just sat around, drank a bit of water, and sported a high fever. Today, he was a bit better. He actually hummed a bit, and snuck up behind Paw Paw (me) and stole my popcorn. I was sitting at this desk, dabbling with this computer, and he took most of my popcorn. Not only that, he took most of Nanna's (his grandmother) popcorn too. Well, I went ahead and asked his daddy, my son Nick, to bring me some cheese and mustard to go with the crackers that had mysteriously been left on my desk. Hey, don't knock it, if it works for my cousin Billy Bob in his movie Slingblade (I like mustard with mah taters) then it works okay for me.

While sitting here eating cheese on top of crackers, with a dab of mustard on top of the cheese, I got to reflecting how pretty it is here in the Arbuckle Mountains. I then remembered the only good photo I took out of about three hundred, and there it is, at the top of this page. So the next time you are sitting there eating mustard on cheese on crackers, and get that warm glow inside from remembering this public service I performed for you, DON'T SEND THANKS, SEND MONEY.....

PEACE OUT Y'ALL !