Skeet.....heyalll nawww...they aint winnin the next time! Yankees got some learnin ta do
Tea...catnip tea..green leaf...or sassafrass...stick a bag of it in water and let it sit on a tin roof fer a day in the summer...now THAT is a pitcher of tea. Dam straight.
Ya'll aint had nary a breakfast till ya have some redeye gravy, grits, brown eggs and biskits. Good lordy...a Sunday favorite round this house.
A friend of mine has been comin down durin the spring from vermont every year. I trade him a spring gobbler hunt and a few days of big eatin fer a jug of syrup. I done convinced him that certain words are acceptable in a northern volcabulary...although he claims to git some strange looks when he goes home...lol
The funniest thing I ever saw from them michiganders is their directions. Turn west on such and such...south on whatchamacallit so forth and so on. Ya'll caint do that once ya hit the mason dixon line and fer god's sake dont trust nobody down here that tells ya to go in any direction cause they'll probaly be wrong. I know I am. I caint do it. No matter how hard I try....my hubby is from up yonder...and he laughs at me all the time fer that. Please pay close attention to the landmarks ya'll...cause iffin ya dont...yer perty much screwed...lol
If any of ya'll are down this a way...just stop on in...be glad to cook ya'll up a hot meal and pick a tune er two.
