Read My Lips - the blog

The best laid traps for rats and men

Hey, it was the best I could come up with on the fly, it would seem. I had been savin' up a doozie title for this report all day, jes' to find myself throwin' it atop a post in need, indeed. It is strange watchin' others dippin' their toes into the water and scribblin' their names in the proverbial sands. The perspective is much different, I find, when the party's bein' thrown 'pon your own beach. Still, it's five o'clock somewhere, so I think I'll jes' sink back into this beach chair and sip on a cold bottle of Corona.

My navel awakened as I scribbled down that fantasy and is now miffed at me that such is not reality. I am a bit miffed at that myself. I 'spect if that proverbial sh*tpile of money I been awaitin' my whole life was to finally fall from the sky at this very moment, me and my navel would likely be charterin' us a flight to Cabo somethi'nother. I am not gonna hold my breath awaitin' such occurrence. I have previously done it until I was blue in the face and jes' ended up breathless and jes' as broke as I'd been. My navel has requested, however, that if'n any of ya'll are charged with the delivery of expected sh*tpiles of money 'pon highly deservin' people, we ain't gotten ours yet. End of report.