Only 31 more days til the election. I've decided I'm going to excercise the "Write-in" vote option. I'm gonna write my own name on the ballot.
And speaking of voting...
Nikki and I are having a little disagreement and we'd like to know which side you're on. Does this recipe sound good or bad? It's called "Pig in a Hole." Peel a potato and bore a hole through it. Place a frankfurter inside. Season to taste. Bake til tender, while basting with butter. That's it.
Jen has come into a realization. She is simply not happy if she doesn't get mad and cuss out someone at least once a day. We can believe it, too. *Every* time we see her she's carrying on about something. And it amazes us how every day *somebody* manages to set her off. Funny how people tend to attract certain types, isn't it? Lucky for her the "cuss me" kind cross her path daily, lest she'd have to declare eternal PMS.
Mindy chucked her waterbed when it sprang a leak, and had been sleeping on the floor. No longer, she got a futon. You know, a couch-like looking thing that the back folds down to make a bed. But she couldn't understand why the mattress kept wanting to slide onto the floor when it was in the upright position. Finding the problem, she got the pliers and screwdriver and dismantled it. A simple job of reversing the back and the seat. (See, you need to look at the instructions *first*.)
Alan got drunk, and woke up 5 hours away from home. So while he waited for his ride to come and get him, he got drunk again. He still thinks it was all a dream.
Josh and his cronies have begun discussing whose yards they are gonna *hit* on Hallowe'en. "It takes careful planning," he says. It seems they each have several candidates on their lists. Some are repeats, so those will definitely be struck by the *TP Bandits*. "Toilet papering them may not be very imaginative, but it's still the best thing to do." (In his opinion.)
REPLIES-----
SOME WEATHER WISDOM-----
The South wind brings wet weather,
The North wind wet and cold together;
The West wind always brings us rain,
The East wind blows it back again.
Evening red and morning gray
Set the traveler on his way;
But evening gray and morning red
Bring the rain upon his head.
If bees stay at home,
Rain will soon come;
If they fly away,
Fine will be the day.
And to think, weather stations spend millions of dollars on equipment.
Your President,
Kaye Coffey