No Foolin'- THEY are Home Schoolin'

Now they are all home-schooling themselves with unkie-daddy slobbering out southern phonetically-based spellin' lessons, so that they TOO, can someday scrawl misspelled words across poster paper with Magic Markers, then frenetically flail and froth about while they march around in circles for the TV folks.

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When she gets home there will be a few cold Cokes in the fridge. I think there's one Red Rock soda left. Those boys from college left their litle cheap, styrofoam cooler in the kichen. All the ice melted and there are three hot 12 ounce Buds in there still connected by a white plastic loop.

"Wicked" Wilson Pickett's singing on the radio. He's singing about,"Gonna wait til the Midnight Hour, when all my love comes tumblin' down."

Love, ain't it something. The boys just had to leave and go back to Columbia right now and leave us here to fend for ourselves in this hurricane. We could have used the moral support as well as some help with the house. They were probably too hungover to be much good at carpentry anyway.

There's nothing like trying to read by candlelight.