Mornin’, y’all.
51/86%. It’s real prudy ‘n not a cloud in the sky. Hope it holds thru tomorry. Wanna play rootin’, tootin’ cowboy. Make BOOM, fire, smoke ‘n STINK with gen-U-wine powder.
Pizza was darned good yesterevenin’. Was expectin’ onion rings. Out the wrapper I saw they was chopped ‘n all over the thing. Thought I’d really screwed up. But like any other o’erbearin’, obnoxious bully they melted away in a l’il heat. N’er smelt or tasted ‘em.
Glad ta hear things went well, Leo. I knew they would.
Time fer more coffee ‘n ta get ta werk. Things ta do.