Was gonna wait ‘til the ole fart got home. Sure he’s busy havin’ a time ‘n don’t wanna o’er load ‘is fadin’ mind. But what the hell?
Happy B’day, bro. Love ya. Many healthy ‘n happy more!
Eatin’ late. Already cut me up ‘maters, cucumber, banana peppers, pepperconi (whatever), ‘n a couple slices jalapeno. All drownin’ in Ranch ‘n keepin’ cold in the ice box.
Cookin’ a pizza I picked up while I was out. Pepperoni, sausage, green ‘n yellow pepper, black olives ‘n onion.
Didn’t want her in the kitchen after she got home late. All she’ll have to do is pick the olives off ‘n me the onions then throw them at one ‘nother.
I’ll raise my beer high ‘n hope Leo the best with the reunion.