Confession time--I'se a failure. A grade A, Number ONE failure.
We's a dang week into the New year and already I messed up my resolutions--ain't been all that cheerful about a few thangs:
Uncle and me squabbled about taking down the tree.
He: "Leave it up 'til the Epiphany."
Me: "It's sheddin' too much."
He: "So does a dawg, but we tolerate it."
Me: "What dog? We ain't had a dawg since Old Blue was buried
behind the Camellias and he didn't live in the house."
He: "The principle stands."
Me: "Mebbe so, but that tree won't."
He: "Youse mean as snake, Belle.
Me: "Thas' courtly of ya' Aloysius."
He: "Youse askin' fer it!"
Me: (sigh) "I'se askin to take this tree down. Din't ask fer no belly blows."
He: "What about the Epihany?
Me: "We gots two more trees in the front room; I jes' need ter git this
big one down as it is gettin' messy."
He: "Din't ya know there was THREE Kings?"
Me: "Uncle, them Kings had only ONE star...they warn't navigatin' by trees!"
"He: "There's jes' no reasonin' wif you, woman."
Me: "Oh, I can reason jes' fine--an' the reason youse so
keen on waitin' fer the Kings is that most of the Bowl games is over by
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This mornin' that tree stands in the back garden--it's been sprayed with Kayro syrup mix, gettin' the tree all sticky, then I flung birdseed over it. Our pick up crews fer trees in this town ain't till next week, so I reasoned, the birds may as well be cheerful...since I failed. Mebbe watchin' the birds out the kitchen window will cheer me back up.
P.S. What do it REALLY mean when a man calls you "Woman" ?
Posted by Aunty Belle at 5:59 AM