This shit is hot....wooo-eeee!

Boy howdy, what a long ride. Me an' Sadie Mae loaded up an' headed for Port Aransas. The skys was cloudy, wind blow'n from the southeast and it were foggy the closer I got to the coast. Cruis'n through the little town of Taft, an observant police officer shaked his finger at me. I were go'n too fast. By the time we reached Aransas Pass, Sadie Mae was fast asleep in the passenger seat. Reaching the ferry landings, there were no lines to wait in. Mail was picked up at my mail pick'n up place, pocket change was picked up from my bank'n establishment and a few smokes were purchased from the liquor store. Mission has been accomplished in Port Aransas.

We headed south on the "island road" towards Corpus Christi. Intention was to purchase a battery at the hobby shop. As you remember, the hobby shop was closed last week after mak'n the long trip from Sinton. I were all excitis I was gonna get the battery today. The door to the hobby shop was lock up tighter than a drum. Now I are pissed, hungry an' gotta pee. My trip to Corpus Christi is a bust.

Headed north out of Corpus Christi to Walmart in Calallen....I'm pissed, hungry an' I gotta pee. I drop off my empty prescription bottles for a refill. The nice lady says to come back in 25 minutes an' they will be ready. This ain't never happen before at a Walmart pharmacy. I was shocked. So I grab me up a shop'n cart an' start cruis'n the aisles. I got 25 minutes to waste. My biggest fear when I grab holt that cart was spend'n a hunnert dollars on crap I have no use for. I walk out of Walmart with my prescriptions refilled an' a loaf of bread. I must be get'n old. My trip to Calallen is a success.

I stops in Odem at the Dairy Queen. I'm still hungry. Steak finger basket sound pretty good with a big ol' pile of french fries. NOT!!! I got sicker an' a dawg. Thought I were gonna puke right there in the store. This ain't never happen before at a Dairy Queen. Supper was turned down an' I went to bed hungry.

That was my day yesterday. This morn'n I wake up to a cloudy skys, wind blow'n, gotta pee an' I'm hungry. Anything excit'n what happens today will be by sheer chance....accident, 'cause I ain't got a thing planned. I ain't say'n I ain't got stuff to do, I just don't want to do nuttin.

I was old enough to be Vickie Lynn's daddy, so in public, she called me daddy. We were sit'n in a fancy Mexican restaurant with some upper class friends eat'n up some chips an' salsa before our meals arrived. Vickie Lynn took her first bite, look me straight in the eye an' proclaims in a loud voice....."My God daddy, this shit is hot.....whooo-eee!!!". You would'a had to been there to realize the impact of her proclamation.  Silly girl.

Funny how ya can be just sit'n round an'  a thought sneeks up on ya. Like the one above. I were just sit'n here an' out of the blue, up pops Vickie Lynn. She was my "first mate" on the sailboat and the first year of my retirement. But most of ya already knew that. Vickie Lynn walked the plank a few times but I always took her back. Just a little thing....loved her vodka an' orange juice (reason for walk'n the plank). Vickie Lynn will always be a fond memory in my life....God rest her soul. 

Ok, I done messed around too much this morn'n. Got things to do.