Well boy howdy, the old Billy Bob is run slap out of stuff to talk bout. But that's happened in the past and I end up writ'n a book.
Yesterday I got all excitis (excited) bout load'n up the rest of my junk for the 1400 miles trip to Deming. That excitement didn't last very long. I got plumb sick. No not puk'n sick, but BP and energy sick. I said, "what the hell, why ain't I got no energy"? That weren't but bout 30 minutes of run'n back an' forth to the garage tote'n stuff to be deposited in "Sally da house" when I said that. Check my blood pressure and sure enough, it a little high....144/85. Ain't no way to fix that but to take one my pills....what I been conserving for the last month. Conservation don't always pay off ya know. Kind of like conserv'n water in the middle of the desert. Ya don't take no shower till ya smell like a goat. Or ya only wash dishes when ya run out of forks.
Attempted to check the tire pressures on "da house" yesterday. Holy crap, this ain't gonna work. The pressure thingy don't fit....gotta do something. Me and Robert work for bout a hour or so put'n them flexible extension thingys back on the tires. Yes....now I can check the pressure. Will they leak??? Only time will tell.
Still ain't decided how I'm gonna go to Deming. Am I gonna stop off somewheres and smell me some flowers? Or am I gonna go straight through do'n a hunnert mile a hour? I hate hav'n to make these kind of decisions on an empty stomach. But I'm ready either way. Wanna ride along???