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Never mind. I Suppose It’s Possible. Now Be A Dear And Buy Your Ole’ “Daddy” A Beer… Dear? Dear? Where Ya goin’ Dear?–Come Back Here! I didn’t get my beer!” (Cannot Properly EDIT This! Damn You to Hell WordPress!–The Un-Pleasant Parts)
It’s Fittin’
Or it isn’t.
‘Fittin’’
No! It WAS Fittin’!
Very Much So!
So Well-Deserved!
Bravo to You Hattie!
In my mind, I think I have written some incredibly good shit for this here blog, (approaching my one-year anniversary) but then again, who can account for taste?
Certainly not me.
Anyway…
I had some interesting emails of late:
Mostly of the “Jeeze! Yer not dead… I hope.” Strain. (vernacular??)
“No Virginia, I am not dead.”(And No: There ain’t no Santa)
Yet.
Nope. Not yet. (dead: not Santa—try to stay with me here Friends…)
‘So sorry…’