Yay, though I walk through the valley of the Okies,,,

I shall fear no evil squirrels!!

as usual, I decided to come over to the International house of Pooftas and tell u something profound... either "roads to take" or "roads not taken'... that is the question while I wait for my steak omelette and pancakes!!
I went on a journey to the "Blues Saloon" and met a bloke that would act just like me in a few years exhibiting the same flirtatious behavior that my licentious half used to eagerly partake in...
but the years accelerate by and I need to decide what is most important in my life...

Thankyou so much for the heartfelt letter, Stevo! it might be obvious to you that I am trying to keep my sense of humor as I await the full moon to howl the blues in KC!!
do u miss Buffy??? my long lost canine daughter??

Comments

  1. Selling the house EQUALS escaping the Okie Zone.

    You will never be able to write your book until you cut this cord.

    The nation's next best seller would begin with putting the house on the MLA. Taking the reader back to 1980 during OK's brief oil boom, when you stole the couer d'Alene...and forward through the last decade of your not even being there, ALL OF IT, and end with the closing of the sale , leaving the reader wondering, what's next? What now?

    The Great Adventures of Garvald continues.

    ORRRRRR, keep throwing money into the pit including this new SHED to store STUFF you should've gotten rid of years ago, and NEVER truly escape the Okie Zone.

    Love ya mean it bye.

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