Evening, all. Thought I better touch base with you to let you know what's going on with all us gals. Of course, last Thursday we met up with each other at the Cracker Barrel. Well, four of us anyway. I think you already know that Pip's in the Tom Cruise Scientology Cloistered Commune "You can't get no cough syrup here, Boo-Boo" Rehab Center in scenic rural Idaho. Yep, she's facing her cough syrup addiction with a dogged attitude and vowing to beat the monkey off her back. (and get rid of the cough syrup problem, to boot). So actually she has an acceptable excuse for being absent this month, in my humble opinion. Peg made it back to Indiana in her 65 Rambler, still rolling along at 35 MPH on the little spare. Unfortunately, along about Nebraska she finally lost her back door that had been wired shut since 1979. Seems she hit a cow and the poor ol' bossy ripped off the door trying to get away. Now what she was doing in a cow pasture with a Rambler, I don't know. I don't even want to hear her flimsy excuses. I still think it had something to do with her time hanging around with the riff-raff at the Tastee Freeze in Downtown Pocatello. She's a tad bitter at those folks, I hear. Seems while she was there she got to smoking those cheap cigars that she likes, and finally the big Kahuna asked her to leave cause the fumes were making the soft-serve smell like cigar smoke. Now if you don't know about the Tastee Freeze employees, they are fiercely protective of their soft serve. Hence and forthwith, they gave her the bum's rush out to the county line. About the cow pasture- personally I think maybe, just for a time, she gave up the cigars for a little roll-your-own wacky tobacky. BUT, I can't prove it and her lips are sealed.
Anyhoo, we got to gossiping about Aunt Irene. Seems she was on the" We Be Way Old"Senior Citizens' Dating Website and met her a new man. I guess she's quite smitten with him, too. He's one of them Bikers on a Harley "Wanna Be". The way I hear it is that he bought a 1959 Indian brand spankin' new. Still rides it rain or shine. One thing he won't do is ride on ice or snow. I guess they say he used to, but slid going too fast around the "S" curve over by Thayer, laid it down, and broke a hip. Witnessess say it put him outa commission for about 18 months. I guess during that time he got so crabby that he ran off his 2nd wife (he outlived his first one, God rest her soul). Now, the way I hear it was when he saw her picture on the dating website, he thought she looked like Betty Davis, and wanted to meet her. Now normally, this is not the kind of man Aunt Irene would like. But he was a persistent ol' bugger and kept on until she consented to meet him on neutral ground at the Country Kitchen lunch counter. They talked and he kept winking at her. (later on she found out the had a particle in his eye that night, but I digress). She noted that he had a 15 inch long thin ponytail flowing from white hair ringing his head. The crown of his head was slick- bald with no warts or moles. We had grown a pair of white mutton chop sideburns (he was growing hair where he could). He refused, however, to grow a beard because he just knew the Moose Lodge would draft him to play Santey Claus at the yearly Christmas party.
Well, anyway, Aunt Irene was not so sure about riding the bike with him. The only thing she had ridden other than a car had been a Farm-all tractor back in the 40's and 50's. But, not wanting to be called an Old Fogey, she got on and surprisingly loved the feel of the wind in her dentures. Evidently, this has opened up a whole new chapter in her life and she has embraced it, whole hog. There's even a rumor going around town that she went to the tattoo parlor and got herself a tramp stamp. If that ain't love, I don't know what is....
Char was still in Minot, enjoying all the sights. Take it from me, when a small town girl gets to the big city, ya kinda hate to miss out on the big city offerings while you're there.
Barb had an infection in the site of her earlier bilateral bunionectomy and was oozing pus wherever she walked. Said she refused to go to the doctor because "He's got all the money out of me that he's gonna get!" One thing about Barb, she can be quite stubborn when she wants to be. Honestly, I still don't know how she walks in the snow with those flip flops on. She's says that's all she can get on at the present time. Oh well. I can stand it if she can. But it really does turn my stomach seeing her toenails turn blue due to the cold. But hey, it's her life......
As we were sitting at the table there at the Cracker Barrel, Sis was quietly eating her monthly meatloaf.
Usually she was much more vociferous than she was being. As a matter of fact, she had hardly opened her mouth all night. Now for Sis, that's really saying something. Finally we got her to confess to the thoughts she was having. Evidently she'd been at work at the Family Express and grabbed a quick snack. They had just got in some luscious Goo Goo Clusters and she partook. Unfortunately, she forgot to drop the money for it in the till after her break and was feeling guilty as sin. We told her to just lay low driving through DeMotte going home. That way, if the boss had seen it on the security camera and had a warrant put out on her, she could at least make it home.I did tell her not to squeal her tires or draw any unnecessary attention to herself to get pulled over. You know the DeMotte law enforcers would have her in the lock up sure as shootin'. I told her to just sneak into the store in the morning and go to the boss and plead and beg for mercy. Oh- and cough up the cash.
Sheesh. That's ALL we need right now in our family. Someone with a record.
Char was still in Minot, enjoying all the sights. Take it from me, when a small town girl gets to the big city, ya kinda hate to miss out on the big city offerings while you're there.
Barb had an infection in the site of her earlier bilateral bunionectomy and was oozing pus wherever she walked. Said she refused to go to the doctor because "He's got all the money out of me that he's gonna get!" One thing about Barb, she can be quite stubborn when she wants to be. Honestly, I still don't know how she walks in the snow with those flip flops on. She's says that's all she can get on at the present time. Oh well. I can stand it if she can. But it really does turn my stomach seeing her toenails turn blue due to the cold. But hey, it's her life......
As we were sitting at the table there at the Cracker Barrel, Sis was quietly eating her monthly meatloaf.
Usually she was much more vociferous than she was being. As a matter of fact, she had hardly opened her mouth all night. Now for Sis, that's really saying something. Finally we got her to confess to the thoughts she was having. Evidently she'd been at work at the Family Express and grabbed a quick snack. They had just got in some luscious Goo Goo Clusters and she partook. Unfortunately, she forgot to drop the money for it in the till after her break and was feeling guilty as sin. We told her to just lay low driving through DeMotte going home. That way, if the boss had seen it on the security camera and had a warrant put out on her, she could at least make it home.I did tell her not to squeal her tires or draw any unnecessary attention to herself to get pulled over. You know the DeMotte law enforcers would have her in the lock up sure as shootin'. I told her to just sneak into the store in the morning and go to the boss and plead and beg for mercy. Oh- and cough up the cash.
Sheesh. That's ALL we need right now in our family. Someone with a record.
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