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That's when the trouble began.

jimsong

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May 24, 2008
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lakside village, texas
You know, I just don't deal well with questions, when they are re-phased and asked again. and re-phrased and asked again.
Lil darlin' asked me today about my will. I admit I do need to update my will, but it kind of bugs me to talk about it.
Things get more tense after several adult beverages, much work to do outside, and too cold to do it, and while I am watching Fleetwood Mac on TV. When I die, who gets my tools? I have one son who is a finish carpenter , let him have them. Who gets my guitars and amps and stomp boxes?I have one son who is a musician, give them to him.
What about your guns, she asked. (I'm getting a little ticked by now.) Just divide them amongst the kids!
What about cash, she asked? I am trying to to listened to "Riannan" and I am worn out answering inane questions! "Give the cash to Rita the Hoochy-coochy girl! said I!
That's when the trouble began.
I have seldom given my dogs baths. I might have done so, often. and it sure is dark and crowded. I hate fleas.
I wish I had mouthed off on a warmer day.