Me and Redneck Friend met up at the Kudzu bar to chat about YaYa's upcoming THIRD birthday party to celebrate her turning the big five-oh. It's been a busy week for the old girl, I'm just sayin'. She was absent due to the fact that she's between celebrations and resting up her busted ribs. That's a whole 'nother story that shall remain untold until she decides to write it herself. Me and RF made the acquaintance of a nice lady named Sara who has redneck tendencies herself and a big huge heart. Her husband died ten years ago and she's just now getttin' out to enjoy herself a bit.

Turns out that Sara is a first cousin to my old friend the Dog and she knows everybody that RF knows up in that neck of the woods. Go figure that one. The dust is flying like the grapes of wrath around here what with fast hard rains that run off quick instead of the nice soakin'kind. Remind me not to burn off the asparagus bed anytime between now and Christmas. I'm *beginning to believe* that the global warming thing might not be made up at all, unlike the WMD thing. As for the Holy War, y'all might as well duke it out over there and get it over with. Kiss and make up because there's only one god and he ain't about taking a bullet for the team. I don't know much, but I sure as hell know that.

Birthday wishes for YaYa are welcome and most appreciated. A girl only turns 50 once.. been there, done that, gotta t-shirt. I have an idea for hers :)