Well, well, gol danged well...

I thought I was doin' okay in the husband stuff but here recently seems that every time I look around there somethin' that has been left fir me to trip over... Yeah, in the last month I have tripped over garden hoses, rope, wheelbarrows, shovels, pitchforks, tee-bars, vacuum cleaners, bags of recyclables, catboxes that mysteriously move around the house, rolled jup rugs that are rolled up for exactly what?, boxes of stuff, extension cords, clothes baskets, flower pots, a stack of old papers waitin' to be filed, brooms, mops, and tonight...

... an entire perfectly camo'd bag of recyled aluminum cans out in front of the back door which just about did the trick???

Yeah, what ever happened to guns, 'er poison, 'er banana peels???

This is becoming humilitin'...

I mean, just think of how the obit is going to read??? Or what my pals are gonna say at the funeral???

Awwwww, nevermind... Just someone... Anyone... Yeah, just someone who is willin' to say that when I have taken that last fall over a box full of books and have gone on to play in the Big Guy's major leagues that this ol' hillbilly was just a regular guy an' always used his turn signals...

Bobert