“Marica? Do you have a minute?” Missy asked as she closed the lid to her laptop. “Of course, Missy! What’s on your mind?” Marica replied. “Ruff?” “I’m just curious. Have you read the Harry Potter books?” “No, Missy, can’t say as I have. There’re not really my cup of tea,” Marica said. “Dear Friend,” Missy
“Yes, Marica,” Missy looked up from where she was relaxing on the floor at Marica’s feet. “Missy, I hope this doesn’t offend, but you’re getting a little… um, a girth upon you,” Marica stated. “Ruff,” Rocky concurred. “Oh, my, Marica, I know! Why! I look at myself in the mirror and I hardly know meself!
“Hey, Missy?” Marica asked as she approached Missy’s desk. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you have a minute?” “Sure, Marica,” Missy said slipping off her reading glasses and looking up. “I’m working on the final edits you suggested to my Epic Novel but I could use a break. What’s up?” Missy and Marica just looked
“Marica?” Missy got up from her desk, laid down her reading glasses, stretched, and asked, “Do you have a minute?” “Sure, Missy! What’s on your mind this cold gloomy day?” “Ruff?” Rocky, too, was curious. “Well,” Missy heaved in a big breath of purified air (thanks to Marica’s recent shopping trip) in the way that
“Missy! Rocky! Come ‘er!” Marica hollered. Missy and Rocky jumped from the bed and ran into the kitchen. “What is it, Marica?” Missy asked. “What is it?” “Ruff? Ruff?” asked Rocky. “You’ve got mail!” Marica said. “Ruff?!?” “Really?!? We have mail! Oh my goodness! Oh my!” Missy said excitedly while spinning around in circles. “Who’s
“Hey, Missy!” Marica looked over at Missy who was sprawled out on the bed. “Rocky! Listen to this!” “ruff,” Rocky mumbled. “Um hum, Marica?” Missy barely lifted her head. She was exhausted after the big morning run before the rain. ” Listen to this– you’ll love this,” Marica said. ” Quote, ‘All knowledge, the totality
“Marica?” Missy slid off the bed, sauntered over to Marica’s desk and sat down on the floor. “Oh! Hey Missy,” Marica replied. “What’s up?” “Ruff?” wondered Rocky. “Well, Marica, we wondered why you are looking so pensive these last few minutes.” “I’m trying to think of a name for something,” Marica said sighing. “Ruff?” “Oh.
“Hey, Missy! How’s your novel coming along?” Marica asked. “Sweepingly, Marica. Just sweepingly!” replied Missy looking up from the pile of notebooks, books, and devises on her desk. “Ruff?” Rocky questioned. “Um, Missy… don’t you mean ‘swimmingly’?” “Swimmingly!?!” Missy cried out. “What does swimming have to do with writing an epic novel? No, no. I
“Pardon me, Marica,” Missy began, “Do you have a moment?” “Why certainly, girl,” Marica replied, “What’s up?” “Ruff?” Rocky asked. “What are your thoughts on in me-dI-us rez?” “Ruff?!?” Rocky scoffed. “What?” “Me-dI-us rez. Surely you know that term, Marica,” Missy answered. “It’s a literary devise meaning ‘to being in the middle of things’.” “Ruffruffruff,”
by Tony Took two days of research. He arrived at the conclusion that a Thanksgiving centerpiece was artfully presented dead plant material. At the end of the second day, when his research had come to fruition, I said to Kat, “I guess we forgot to tell him about Pinterest.” Just another chapter in The Book
Today Daughter C and I hooked up the trailer and took the generator, which has a stopped float, and the 4-wheeler, which has a messed up carburetor, to our local small engine repair shop. Daughter C played with the goats at the shop. The little kids are cute as the dickens. This one had been bottle fed. He’s
Mr. Big Food found her. I’ve been so preoccupied with tailgate s*^t that I forgot to mention this. Mr. Big Food radioed me that he’d found the white hound in the Southwest Pasture and I drove down and then walked down and walked her back to the truck. She was in a sorry state, poor
I am not one to criticize local custom but, c’mon, man. Six inches is not enough. It has been so hot for so long that the cold water coming out of the “city” water pipes is warm enough to take a bath in on a cool Autumn day. The folks in charge really should think
“This means you can make The Friends of The Library Book Sale held every first Monday of the Month unless the first Monday is a holiday in which case it’s held the second Monday of the Month which is the case in September 2016. But your flight out isn’t until … scrolling down… 6:30pm so
“Marica?” “Oh, hey, Missy! What’s up?” “Ruff?” “Not much, Marica. Just thinkin’.” “ruff.” “Thinkin’ about what, Missy?” “ruff?” “Not much, Marica.” “Ruff.”
“Pardon me, Marica. Do you have a minute?” “ruff?” “Of course I do Missy! What’s up?” “Well, as you know, while you have been off reading about the Geeks, I have been… .” “ruuuffff!” “GReeks, Missy, not geeks. Rocky, don’t poke fun.” “Oh my! But of course. I did know that. Slip of the tongue–
From the Introduction: The most valuable lesson to be learned by American youth from the history of the mother country is the worth of liberty, civil and religious. And now, back to Friday. Wait. What? “I want it! I want it! Can I have it? Can I? Can I? I want to learn!! GIMME GIMME
“Okay, hey, Missy.” “Marica! I would like to tell a story. I’m sure I could do my story justice. I am well versed in the English Language. It would be a story about a little dog named Bebe and my friend Gilbert, and my dear Friend Rocky and me– I mean myself– and ” “Missy….
“Yes, Marica. What can I do for you?” “Well, it’s not what you can do for me, it’s what I’ve done for you.” “ruff?” “I’ll get to you in a few minutes, Rocky. Look at this, Missy! I bought you a book yesterday.” “Oh my! Oh my heavens, Marica!” “Ruff.” “IT’S POETRY!!!! Oh thank you,
“The chair yields the floor to Missy.” “RrrUFFff!” “I know you love Robert’s Rules, Boy. Life was better when folks yielded to Robert’s Rules.” “RUFF.” “If I may, I would like to insert into the web-log record my Dear Friend’s and my impressions of Oxford, Mississippi.” “Please do. You have the floor.” “First, a question.