Read My Lips - the blog

You can hide, but you cannot escape this damn cold

Well, for the third night in a row, the navel has stayed concealed. I am beginnin' to think it has somethin' to do with deer huntin' season. It may just be that I do not know as much about my navel as I thought I did. Heck, now I am worried. I might just wake up tomorrow and find my left hand all covered in blood and my right hand missin' not knowin' that my left hand is a werehand and that the right is its intended victim. Wow, that brings new meanin' to the phrase one hand not knowin' what the other hand is doin'. It must be the chili bubblin' in my gut that has sent my thought processes through Bizarro Brain. If'n ya was interested in the number of visitors I got today, well it passed my current daily average figure of 240. Still was gettin' a multitude sent this way from Heriod's site, but they seemed to trickle off as the sun set. Musta been a good game on Monday Night Football or sumthin'. Well, that is about all I got to say on the subject this fine cold cold evenin'. See, us Texans figure that when it gets into the 30s here like it is right now, ya'll Yankees is plumb dumb for livin' that close to the North Pole. Me, I am gonna go crawl under two layers of goosedown and see if I can get the chili to stop gurglin' long enough to drop off. Got court in the morn, so if'n ya drop in and see nothin' new, I am at court. It is gonna be kinda funny havin' District Court in our little burg on Tuesday. Normally, both of the District Courts that cover our area sit on Wednesdays, but guess the Turkey Eatin' Festival planned for Thursday at various locations near you is affectin' court docketin'. I had come to the conclusion the first year I lived here and had a case set on December 26, that holidays did not figure into the schedulin' of courts in this area. Yes, I know, time to sit down and shut up. I guess I could do that, since ya asked me so nicely. End of report.