Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Monday, August 17, 2009
Just One Weak Moan
I have nothing whatever prepared for today. Where is a good TelePrompTer when you need one? Did they give them all to Obama? Since I had nothing of any great import to say today, I thought, okey-dokey, I'll post a cool YouTube and there shall be music. Ain't gonna happen, because I couldn't decide on one, mainly because the only ones I wanted were "embedding disabled." Arrgghhh. There's apparently something in the air besides hurricanes; I can't find any motivation. No sweet inspiration. There are plenty of hurricanes brewing, though. Looks like it could be a very bumpy hurricane season. Why not? Everything's bumpy just lately. Not that I'm going to moan about it. Much.
Speaking of which, remember the bout of dog diarrhea/nausea my pup and I went through several weeks ago -- to the tune of $428.00? Now I'm reading that there's an epidemic of dog flu afoot and am wondering whether that might have been the culprit. The symptoms include coughing, sneezing, wheezing, and lethargy, all of which she had. The literature doesn't say anything about vomiting and diarrhea, but people get that with the flu. Why not dogs? Anyhow, if you have a doggie, keep an eye on him or her.
And that's it from The Hollers for today. It's Monday, I'm crazed, and Jesus Lord, we have to throw a birthday party for Skank Girl tomorrow. Joy, joy.
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A party?
Grits..Cornbread..Fatback..Penicillin !
Is it really a party when you are skanky enough to jump out of your own cake? Just wondering...
--snow
Nah, I'm not wasting perfectly good grits and cornbread on her, Galen. And penicillin is too expensive; she can buy her own. I might, however, spring for a chunk of fatback.:-)
Snow, when she trips over the candles or gags on the icing, that's when the party starts.:-)
A boithday pahty for Skank Girl tomorrow, eh? Don't forget something for her crotch crickets...soap ;)
Well, I chipped in to get her a little something, Skunk, but I don't think her CCs will appreciate it. And I'm telling you, if she starts moaning, I'm outta there.:-)
happy birthday to you
happy birthday to you
happy birthday to skank girl
and her crotch crickets, too
and
HAPPY HUMP DAY EVE SERENA JOY!
¤ ¤ ¤
/t.
And a Happy Hump Day Eve to YOU, /t.:)
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