Back out the garage 'n start down the street when it's cold out 'n my pressure light's lit. Point it towards the range, tires get warm it goes out. Get in ta go home after she's sat 'n the light's on. Get ta Wakefield 7 er 8 miles east 'n it's off the rest the way home. I quit werrin' 'bout it.
Had a grand time huntin' with cuz Tom this morn. Went ta the GC 'n caught HK on the branch where he likes ta take live things warm 'n fuzzy or cold 'n scaly 'n bodily rip 'em apart. A real photographer, Jim Yenello, was all set up 'n waitin' for HK ta fly. While I decided ta take pictures of a duck, HK hauled a$$. I got one shot. Took a walk along the river 'n found 'im in 'nother tree 'bout a hundred years from where 'e was. Was gettin' a shot lined up, shifted my stance 'n stepped inna freakin' hole. While I was cussin' the hole, HK vacated the premises.
No luck at other spots. Went 'n ate hot dogs.
Spaghetti w/ hunks of smoked sausage buried in it 'n grated Parmesan. Sandman's hidin' 'round the corner 'n be sneakin' up on my l'il ole self anytime now.....