Yesterday was payday. Not that it matters that much to Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, who has a knack for squirreling away her six summer checks. A better explanation would be squirreling away from HH her six summer checks. Because although HH out-earns HM by a considerable margin, what with working two times harder than her in his opinion, he thinks HM's six summer checks are like some kind of bonus to be spent immediately. "Au contraire," says Mrs. Hillbilly Mom. "These are for us to live on in the usual manner from May 25 until September 5." It only took the first summer after marriage for HM to learn this technique was required. You know the saying, "Fool HM once, shame on you. Fool HM twice, and you'll end up on her Hit List."
HH and the #1 son are gone to HH's number one son's wedding. I detest gatherings. My absence is no reflection on the groom. I did not attend his brother-the-Veteran's second wedding, either. Once is enough for HM. Though let the record show that she sent a substantial monetary gift. Anyhoo, HH was telling the #1 son (official wedding discographer and photographer) that, "You'll have a good time. There will be food, and a lot of girls your age." The Pony, laying on the couch in his pajamas reading a book, said matter-of-factly, "You had him at 'food'." That's My Little Pony.
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I like how in that article you linked there's all sorts of "Palin is the Debbil, she is!" accusations by nobody that will volunteer their name, except old political opponents. In journalism school, I think that's what they call "Libelous crap." Unless it's against the opposite party... then it's called "vetting."
Stewiwontuseyourlastname,
I think that's what I call 'LIBERAL crap'.
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