My hubby works hard. He gets up at 3:30 each morning and has a five hour commute to and from work each day. When he gits home he's tired. Yes he helped one senior citizen lady in the
neighborhood but then she went all weird on him last summer. He don't have no time for the helper committee. When he gits home he just wants to strip down to his under bloomers and have a beer. He deserves that for all his hard work! Some people just got to test the wuters and see for themselves now don't they?
On Tuesday while we were mowing and doing our own yard work Bitsy De'Breaf and her husband Brandt from across the street come over spewing all their goodness to the hubby and telling him how he should help so and so clean up the place a bit. This talk didn't sit real good with the hubby. I didn't even have time to stop the mower and warn'em that with the temps over a hundred that hubby came home grumpy, tired and suffer'n with butt mud from working all day outside in the heat. I looked over at the hubby and... First
Let me tell ya a little about Brandt and Bitsy. They are transplants to the state. The first thing they asked us after moving into the neighborhood is Where are all the stills? Really? Bitsy thought everyone in dubya vee has one!
Brandt is a compulsive gambler and he's not real good at it either. Spending all their money for bills on gambling. Never won a thing back in compensation. He is also trying to get disability because he is a lazy, no good sack of
I look over at the hubby and saw the look on his face and his body language and I knew it Dang! They done ticked off the wrong person ta'day! I have known this man for thirty five years and never ticked him off!!! I've seen him mad... at other folks! The next thing I knew hubby was standing at the door to our outbuilding...
And said, Ya wanna see me helping? Cuz I am in a #$%& ing helping mood right now! And he cranked the chainsaw over revving it up four, five, six, seven, eight times... Smoke poured from it. I thought he was going to blow it up! I was hoping one of them would have asked "what're ya gon do with the chainsaw? Neither did but just the look on Bitsy and Brandt's faces.... priceless!
Now I didn't know ole Brandt could move so fast either. Or Bitsy for that matter. But I like to think that his doc would'a been real proud to see him move the way he did and git a lil bit of exercise in doing it.
I've heard it said from the transplants here that we are one of the nicest folks you will ever know or meet. And we are! Just don't piss us off!!! For the past several days whenever we are out they quickly shut their curtains.
The word transplant to us living here means- Those folks who move here from other states driving their cars with their out of state license plates to avoid paying the property taxes while their kids go to local schools and we pay out the ying yang in school levy's.
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