This is my RedNeck Bucket light. My dad made it for the short hairs, butt now that they are over the bridge... it is all mine. It comes on when it gets dark and goes off after about 87 hours. It is over my RAMP so that I can see to get up and down it at night. Spiffy thingy. Butt very much REDneck!!! My dad LOVES that stuff, you know.
I didn't think I was ever going to get home from Pennsylvania. I like to call it the State of Confusion and the State of disgrace. That is beclaws SARGE lives there. He is always confused and Usually in disgrace. I just don't know WHAT about Sarge. I don't think that dawg is EVER going to grow up.
He calls my dad... Pantslegs. That is beclaws every chance he gets he pulls on my dad's jeans. SEEEE????? I just don't know WHAT about Sarge.
So I finally get home and the furst thing I had to do was chase a RABBIT out of my yard... even before I could check my Peemail.. Then... I had to chase the neighbor dawg... that is a Beagle who doesn't even know his name. THEN>>> it started to RAIN and STORM and it did that for EVER and EVER and EVER!!! One big thunder thingy even shook my house and caused me to have to go to the bedroom that is DOWNSTAIRS... and get UNDER the bed.
Even with all of the rain and storms... I am very much glad to be back in my OWN home with My Own Stuffs and furends.
The worst part of the trip was that... when I stopped at all of my roadside potty places... there was hardly any pee mail and (GASP) not ONE single JOKE. I get some of my bestest material in those rest stop places. The trees and trash containers are USUALLY covered with peemail and GRRRREAT jokes. I think the rain washed them all off this time. Sorry I didn't get anything new to share with you. PeeS.... That Puddles is up to her tricks again. hehehe You've gotta watch that girl... she is soooooo ornery, butt we love her that way. Like when she calls me Frankie Flirter... I just hope she doesn't change it to something that sounds like this: Pharrrrt.