Burnted Offerins

Oct. 11, 2006

Oh, fer pitty's sake. From my sister's caterwaulin' you'd think she never had to have her dogs lick a dish for her before.

Now, I'll admit it's a pain in the arse to have to sidestep all them dishes in the floor, 'specially when they get busted and all the not-yet-licked stuff squishes out and you cain't tell if you stepped on busted glass or some kinder bone or somethin.

But until we gits us that dubble-wide trayler of our own, one with a dishwashur and all the other fancy-shmancy stuff like our snooty sister Ruby Rose does, we jest gotta make do. At least now we's got Rocky and Jasper trained to take care of the dishes. They should be grateful, too, cuz now the dogs have stopped bitin' them, since they gives 'em good stuff to eat and all.

As fer the charred dinner, a little bit of ash ain't gonna hurt nothin. If'n it did, we'd all be daid by now, what with Pearl Rose and her cee-gar out there at the bar-bee-quey. (Yeah, Pearly Rose, girl, I seed you out there a smokin' and puffin' like a regular chimney. And you was tryin' to tell us it come from supper? More like it come from you puttin' out your cee-gar ON supper!)

And yeah, I s'pose Rocky can be a handful now and again, but I still says it's on account-of Pearl Rose bein way too soft on him. Mebbe sooner or later she'll git it figgered out fer herself.

Meantime I jest lets her do whatever she's a-gonna do, since she's a-gonna do it anyways.

Now this new feller, though, she's right. He's a strange critter if ever there was one. He got downright unhappy when he saw dogs in the kitchen. Where else are ya gonna keep 'em, I says, and he got his drawers all tangled into a knot and his face all redded up and man... what a sight!

Oh well... we's watchin' him. If'n he's got sum family jewels of his own, I'm a-thinkin' it'd be an awful waste not to put 'em to use. If he pays us cash money to put up with his high-fallutin' ways, fine. If not, we kin always sell off them jewels.

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