Wednesday, May 23, 2007

As related by Housekeeper during a discussion on why she dislikes her sister-in-law.

[ . . ] Oh, I’ve been Coon huntin’. I didn’t like it. Trompin’ through the woods in the dark, waiting for a dog to tell you it smells something isn’t much fun, to me.

Did you get some?

Two. We got two. Well, the ol’ man with us got one. Well, we shot it . . Well, Bill, my husband thought the coon was going to drown our dogs so he jumped in a small puddle of water and threw it out (the coon) and it landed near the old man.

The dogs got after it and the coon climbed up the ol’ mans leg and sat on his head. The ol’ man tried to shoot it off, but couldn’t.

Finally, got it off his head and we shot it.

Like I told you; that was the night our cat went with us. . .

[. .]

Mookie tonight.

The Martini Friday night. See Kat’s blog.

From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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