"Our band camp communities" is another one o' those tired ol' subjects that has, once again, killed any sorta momentum that we may've been buildin', so here I am to deliver a lil' Sunday mornin' haw-haw by lettin' y'all know that the barn is finally repaired n' I'm on the way to market in hopes of findin' Lola (the former security heifer) some companionship.
Maybe I'll find a nice, big, plump, juicy clue that I can purchase while I'm there, too, n' send it by way o' Western Union to the land o' mayflowers.
I reckon he'd never get it, though.