I've been preppin', scrapin' and paintin' the porch these last few nice days. I've come to really dislike spindles. Discovered my door frame is beginning to rot. I've been buzzed by carpenter bees. Been chatted up by the Pens' fan across the street. Had the incessant pounding of the territory marking woodpecker. Locked myself out of the house and sweated like a pig. Been lassoed into walking the neighbor's dog by my other neighbor while still trying to keep the painting on task. Today could be the last completely perfect day of the week (no rain) and I could really make a dent in completing the job or ...
The sky is blue. The grass is green. The Bucs are in town to play a day game on a Thursday. We could sweep the foe. The beer is cold .... so let's drink two .... er I mean, let's play two.
Let me write the missus a little note:
Your royal missus sweetness sugar pie honey bunch:
I've gone to get a quart of milk. Be back soon.
Luv ya,
mitlen
