Uncle Sends Regards to Anon Boxer's Party

Uncle is miffed that Trout the red nose dawg has a place at Anonymous Boxer's party.

So, he sends his regards. From the huntin' camp...whar' he retired after his own "office" party out in the field.

(AUNTY's Porches still open ...see below)

C'Mon In!! Anon Boxer's Blog Block Party!

Hey all ya'll!! Especially those makin' the rounds from Anonymous Boxer's Blog Shindig.

Welcome to Aunty's Porches...jes' open the gate and c'mon round back. See that copper kettle by the tree? Look inside an' git out a raw bone fer ya' dawg.....(but not She-pup, her's got her own chair on both porches!)

Hoo-whee, I do love to meet new folks. Please make yoreself real welcome--there's a pitcher of lemonade on the Front Porch and we's even got some mint juleps fer extra merriment. Ceegars on BACK Porch, only please.

Natcherly, Uncle done brought us a wheelbarrow full of his finest Pork Rinds.. but Uncle ain't here--he's hostin' his own shin'dig...not exactly an office party, since he's gathered his crews around a couple of barrels out in a field--oh, ya know what I mean...remember how in high school how ya' went out behind the airport to the oak hammock land and build a bonfire and drink and hoot and holler, and she-and-he, but nobody could hear ya' on account of the planes??

Yeah, well, Uncle was a champ at orgnanizin' that , so when he growed up he figgered no office parties ( Anon Boxer?) fer him and his gang...nope, they got BBQ and some sorta hooch they cook up....and a blue-grass thang goin' but--ya'll doan wanna go, cause the dress code is overalls--doan look good wif' them gold sling back pumps that MOI is sportin'.

But Aunty has had her hand in the kitchen too....

Ya gotta taste mah venison chilli, top it with the jalapeno sour cream if ya need a bit of meanness to git ya' feelin' feisty (Artfulsub?)

But iffin' ya's snooty 'bout yore food, the world's best coulibiac is on the dinin' room table.

Fer ya'll wif a sweet tooth, pop one of them chocolate bourbon balls Uncle's sis makes us , or have that white choc almond bark a neighbor fella drops off each year--he is an almond farmer/rancher, so them's the best almonds I ever had.

AB!! Mind yore manners, sugar plum---Honey you can look, but doan even think about liftin' that possum paintin' that SHE done did fer me.

( Psst! All ya'll who is mah special friends...wander on upstairs--I done laid out mah most to-die-fer-shoes so ya'll can see 'em plain and doan need ter git caught sneakin' round peekin' in closets. Those grey lizard peep toe shoes is thar' fer ya' Moi.)

Iamnot, iffin' all this sashayin' around wif the the lady bloggers is wearin' on ya, jes' duck into the door first on right at top of the stairs---books aplenty and doan tell nobody how messy mah desk is--papers galore and stale crusts & coffee dregs from midnight oil sessions....workin' on that Jihad essay fer the BACK Porch.



Ya'll make some merry , ya heah? It's warm heah, no snow in Floridy, but ain't the poinsettias purty??









I'll be back directly--gotta go out up and down the Blog Block to mee t mah table mates, Zupper Zee, I seen Manuel, gotta find Gypsy, and Beth & Jerry...I'se a comin' folks...