I lowered it (the couch)

Ok, I got a few minutes from my hectic work schedule that I can write a few words. Boy howdy let me tell ya, the old Billy Bob been busy as a freak'n honey bee. I said 'honey" for all the ladies out there. "Hey honey, watch this".

I was sit'n on the couch an' I placed a 2 inches piece of something under my feet. Holy cows, the couch is much more comfortable with 2 inches under my feet. Sits much better. At this point I done decided to lower the couch 2 inches. An' that exactly what I did......for the necks 2 days. An' boy howdy let me tell ya, that was a chore. Heavy shit too. Anyhows, it's all put back together an' I'm think'n, it looks pretty damn nice. Sits pretty good too, but the foam rubber is a mite too stout (firm). Seat height is 20 inches.

See what I'm talk'n bout??? Sadie May says...."Oh yes, I got my couch back".

I was tell'n Robert an' "yo mama" I was gonna put can goods back under the couch. That when "yo mama" says...."take that hobby shit out of the closet an' put it under the couch". Ha, now why the hell didn't I think of that? Hobby stuff is under the couch an' I have half a closet for can goods an' other stuff.

Awning repair. I was gonna do a redneck repair on the awning material, but after a close look, I ordered new material. The awning rolls up loose on one end an' the freak'n tension springs inside the roller make god awful noises. The only ways to check 'em the springs is to remove them from the roller. A very dangerous job for a rookie. The springs are under tension an' that tension has to be let loose...safely. I done it before so's don't worry bout the old Billy Bob mak'n a visit to the emergency room. Replacement springs have been located on Ebay just in case they need changed out. You know, like broke an' shit like that.

Before installation of the couch, I removed the beautiful walnut flooring under it. A 5/8 inch shim has to be installed....ain't gonna tell ya why (that's how thick the walnut flooring was). Robert is gonna jack up the end of the slide out to install the shim....but he's boiling taters for tater salad. I hope the hell he knows how to peel taters 'cause I ain't gonna eat no tater peel'ns. Ha, went to Hardies the other day an' the freak'n french fries had peels on 'em. I don't eat tater peels.

I rekon I been on my feet too much for the last couple weeks.....my freak'n back is kill'n me. For the last 3 nights I had me a ton of them dreaded backards leg cramps. An' I'm gonna tell ya right now, if'n you ain't never had one, you ain't never gave birth to a 12 pounds baby boy. These things is ten times worser than a regular leg cramp an' it takes ten times longer to get rid of 'em. Tendons or what ever ya call 'em is tighter than a "C" note pianner string.

Leonard has done catched....an' ate, his second bird. Bringed a wing inside "da house" for me to see an' pat him on the back. I tole him bout a hunnert times to leave them birds be, but Leonard is a critter hunter an' he says to me...."Oh yeah? Watch this". Damn cat.

Ok, this is all for today. See's ya laters.