Wow! No Rain!

It was kind of warm, too. Around 13°C. or something. The mullethead and I took a run/walk out back. We ran away from the house, and walked on the return trip. We also checked out the now neglected orchards. The trees were threatening to bud. Perhaps in a week or two we'd see the start of some leaves. We had apples, pears, plums, peaches, and cherries of varying breeds. We also had various bramble berries. When everything ripened we'd invite the guys next door and their friends over for a harvesting. Why let it go to waste? Gods, and no equines to spoil! What a waste in timing!

Oh well.

We walked a little hand in hand, and we even climbed a few trees. Why grow up? That's no fun. It's not like we were obligated to act mature. Responsible, yes. Mature, no! We liked to play silly games, and sometimes we made fools of ourselves. Guerrilla theatre in town was a blast. If anyone listened to some of the conversations we had, I'm sure they wouldn't know what to make of us. The mullethead still liked to get people upset by trashing everything they valued in the most interesting ways, but that would NEVER change. In hearing range, and pointin' at 'er; ye gods, "I wonder if that hot momma is a cougar or a MILF!" Both me and my mentor about died.

Well no, but I really, REALLY wanted to fade away then and there. Then after the somewhat embarrassed lady left and we sat down, we all didn't quite hit the floor laughing. It happened all the time.

I love what the mullethead says on those rare occasions when we enter a department store that offers credit cards. "No thanks. We're not that stupid. Never had a credit card in all my life, and it's gonna stay that way. After all, why flush my money down the toilet on interest?"

When they mention the store credit card rebates, the mullethead comments 'it' might come to the store twice a year for clothes, and that would probably amount to fifty cents a year, so forget it. More clutter for the wallet, and why should anyone know how 'it' spends 'its' money?!

A comeback for every occassion! That's our mullethead.

Ever been rebuked in public for havin' bald nostrils, and how disgusting that made you?

No?

Lucky you.

I'm glad 'it' was kidding. I AM NOT SNORTING KEVIS OR ROGAINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!