Snow an' Sadie Mae

Ok, here's the deal. I got on the internet yesterday an' order that tow bar bracket. Along with the wiring kit. My god, I done spend enough $$$$$ to go all the ways to California an' back. Did you know Amazon is charg'n sales tax now? Dirty bastards. What a bummer. Anyways, estimated day of arrival is Wednesday instead of Friday or Tuesday of next week. How they do that?
Not that it really matters what day it gets here, the weather determines the day of installation. An' that ain't look'n good neither.

I seen many winters in my lifetime an' this is by far NOT the worstest I seen.

I 'member when I was just a tyke in the first grade, us kids had to walk 3 1/2 mile to school in bout two feets of fresh fallen snow. "Moms" would dress me up in a bright red snow suit. Funny how after all these years, I can still remember that red snow suit. We would take off across the yard an' then through the corn field an' come out where the road meet up with the little creek. Short cut ya know. Onest we hit the road, we followed it for bout half a mile or so where we cut off across the neighbors farms an' come out right across the road from the school house. We was froze half to death by the time we get there. For a six year old, this was a adventure. Then that teacher would make us boys stick our hands in a bucket of cold water to thaw 'em out....something bout hot water would make our fingers fall slap off. Yes I believed that kind of stuff. I also believed in trolls up under bridges, fire eat'n dragons an' the devil what stick his pitchfork in little boys. Thanks older boys, I lived half my life in fear.

At six year old, I weren't very tall. Probly somewheres bout 3 1/2 feets....or less. Fall down in a snow drift, Billy Bob is gone.....pooof, just like that. Nuttin stick'n out but a head, leg or arm. In that first year of walk'n to school, I was lost in snow drifts, stinged by a herd of yellerjackets, fall out pear an' apple trees, chase by frick'n cows, fall in the creek a couple time......you know what I'm talk'n bout.
So no, this winter is not all that bad. Of course I don't live in Missouri no more.

Sadie Mae follow me all over the animal shelter yard. I sit down to look over all them little abandoned dogs an' there was Sadie Mae sit'n right next to me wag'n her tail. I chose her out of bout 40 other little dogs, even though she was a she. Never have me a she dog before. I do all the paper work an' stuff an' throws Sadie Mae in the front seat. She all excitis an' stuff. Get back to "el Rancho Abraham" an' turn her loose. All over the yard she go....run'n an' jump'n. Then I brews me up some coffee, sit down in my easy chair to sip up a cup. Sadie Mae sit'n right under my ass in that easy chair. That where she been for the last 9 years. She don't do nuttin. She don't have no toys. If she did, they would just lay there. Won't play with a ball. Won't go fetch a stick. She won't do nuttin. Well, maybe chase a cat once in a while. Sadie Mae loves her cats. Betcha a dollar if'n she catched one she wouldn't chase cats no more. This dog ain't right.

Gald darn Google....piss me off....GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!