Y’all are so kind and have made me happier than a fox in the hen house after the dog died.

Miss America, I can imagine you a-singing.  Kinda reminds me of Uncle Harold, when he found that moonshine still up in the holler behind ol West Jeff in the Carolina hills.  Yeppers, he was a brewin’ and a sippin’ all day long.  When he started headin’ for home coming off that der mountain back into the holler, he was a singin’ real loud.  Then he slipped…(well really we all are thinkin, he fell down drunker than a hillbillie in a rooster fight), and  starting rollin’ of that hill bouncing off of trees and rocks and brush and stuff, but Ol’ Uncle Harold didn’t stop singing and we heard it way down below echoin’ of the other hillside.  Yep, Miss America, your singing along with Sexybunnie brought back fond memories of Ol Uncle Harold.  He coulden carry a tune in a poke. ( Thatders a paper bag to all you city fellers, Miss Jessica will expla’n it to ya).  Thanks for the song.

As fer the rest of you ladies and gents.  Thank ya mighty kindly for all them kind words.  And Miss Peaches,  just so you know, ya sweet thang, I done got that an more.  Mighty fine go-ins on too.Mighty fine.

Yall do make me happier than a dog with 2 tails.  

TTFN