Botheration

Oct. 09, 2006

Oh hell, I jest ain't seem to fine the time to keep up with this yere dairyland place. I tell you what, I got sister Opal jest a fussin' at me somthin feerce she saying about how its my turn to rite somthin and why aint I been keepin up. Well Hell!

It aint enuf I gots Rocky to look after, (and him tryin to run off all the time and drinking up all the moonshine ever time he gits loose) we done added anothur feller to the bunch, and this'uns so persnikerty he wants he's brekfus a served up real nice and fancy-dancy. And he wants he's bedsheets changed least oncet a month!

And the dishes all these yere folks use! Hevens to Betsey! At leastways i gots Jasper and Rocky trained to put 'em down on the floor where's the dogs can lick 'em clean, and Rocky's pretty good about picken them back up agin and puttin them away, but they's a pain to keep walkin around all the time.

And woudnt you know it, it's about time to cook supper, and the dammed meat got ruint out there on the bar-bee-cu so it'll taste 'bout like fryed shoe leather. Leastaways we gots lotsa beans to go with it. But ain'ta noone gone eat lessun's I git out their and cook it.

Dang it, but I swear I'd sell them family jewels that Greg done left, iffn it werent so much botheration to do it!

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