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| In case you're wondering, that's my attempt at growing out my hair. Yeah....not so much. |
Today
Today I’m going to order Uncle Herschel’s country fried
breakfast,
And keep the coffee coming.
And I’m going to read the paper and save the sports section
for last.
I’ll make out the Tiger’s line-up on the back of an
envelope, Lord knows Jim Leyland could use my help.
I’m going to take as many times as I need to, to make sure
my tie is tied perfectly.
Wearing street clothes or a uniform properly is a matter of
pride and respect.
Oh and don’t forget, I won’t loosen that tie until I’m
completely done for the day.
And of course, I’m gonna fight crime today.
Psssshhhtttcchhhoooo.
Today I’m going to order a chocolate malt so thick I have to
pinch my butt cheeks to get it through the straw.
If it’s nice out I might clean the garage and ferret away
some more things before anyone notices.
Or I might play catch and make up a game of pickle, as long
as I don’t have to run. But I could if I
wanted to, because I’m cat like!
Have I told you I’d give me left arm to be ambidexterous?
On my way home, I may be forced to use the heat seeking
missiles in my car because some boob cut me off.
And listening to George Jones as loud as I can get it, now
that’s clean livin’.
For dinner I’m going to order something so greasy that it’d
make a dog sick.
So greasy that when I pick it up the grease runs down my arm
and I ain’t gonna apologize.
And then I’m going to sit in my chair, with my shoes half
on. I like to bounce them around off the
end of my feet while I’m thinking.
I’ll watch a little bit of the Tigers. And then when they tick me off, finish
watching the second tape of Lonesome Dove.
Ol’ Augustus needs me after all.
Someone’s gotta do it.
Lord knows….most men couldn’t handle it.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
We miss you!
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| He left this hidden in my planner in 1990. I still have the note. |
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