I doan know about ya'll, but I'se mildly claustrophobic, so y'ain't gonna find me in no Mall the weekend after thanksgivin'. I doan give a hoot what all they's put on special, nuthin' is that special!
When I'se a teencracker, I was in the old Florida Bldg in downtown G'ville gettin' textbooks and on the way down the elevator done froze up. Thar I is, stuck all by myself a'tween floors in the dark...fer three hours.
By the time I'se rescued, I'se got a case of full blown claustrohobia. Ain't recovered much in the decades since.
But anyhoo, what I wanna ask is does ya'll go fer gettin' mauled in the mall? If so, what is so wonnerful that ya cain't wait a few days...why we's got folks lines up in sleepin' bags to beat the crowds--reckon ya heard too about the poor fella at a Walmart who was stomped to death over a flat screen TV.
Uncle is in the woods wif some clan menfolks, an I had a clan lady wif' me fer a few days an' we's done the girly stuff--oh yeah, sat up all night yakkin' an' picking over the Thanksgivin' leftovers, readin' the horror that is to come and why--see BACK Porch's new post--and schemin' how to survive the Obamanation years. We laughed and mocked the fearsome thangs--all great fun. So doan think if I mised the maulin' that I ain't had the swellest time this weekend--an' Granny is mendin' an all the kin is punch happy over that.
What we'uns figgered after we had lunch wif Pappy Cracker today is that life may not be quite this good again fer a spell..mebbe so, mebbe not, but fer today it were a fine fine time.
Hope ya'll is all content this weekend and have someone to love and feel loved--after all, what else is thar, really?
Okay, thar' is a Gator victory ...heh. (28 -9 Gators as I type)
