I don't care what Mr. Kelly liked to do in the fallin' water. I am tired of poopin' in the stuff. When we listen to old Jack Benny radio programs the humans are always callin' the fallin' water 'California Sunshine'. Dad says that's what they call sarcasm. I call it, 'They don't know what the skunk they're talkin' about!'
There is some reeeelly crazy weather here. Snow in Folsom. My secretary had a great uncle who guarded bad guys there, a long time ago. I digress. Tiny, white, cold fallin' rocks. Finger Funnel clouds. All kinds of stuff.
Frost in the mornin'.
And our first blue hibiscus the same day.
And then I have to poop in the fallin' water. I moved to the left coast so I wouldn't have to do that.
I hate a wet butt!
At least I got to ride in my cooool green machine.
Guess I'm spoiled.
12 March 2006
JUST POOPIN' IN THE FALLIN' WATER
Wuufed by Freda at 20:39
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