Wall, I plumb fergot wut spring was like here in Okie land. May hafta turn my puter off tonite cuse it's a stormin here agin. I kinda njoy watchin them tornaders but don't much care bein in one! Dad blasted thangs sure fry puter parts! Oh heck, I might as well stay on here. Not to worried bout the puter but I got the durned thang in my bathroom ware I sit on the thrown and soak my feet in epsom salts at the same time. Wackyquacker sayed that is what I shud do. Wunder why?
Just hope it don't blow all the flys away from my skulls outside. They are startin to smell just bout rite for the nabors.
