Cute little ‘Bekah. It’s colder now, so you’ve been wearing your jacket here and there. I cannot tell you how it swells my heart when you ask me: “Put my neighbor-hood up?” Gladly, sweetie.
It's already warm in the house, but I can't bring myself to turn on the AC in March, especially when we were running the heat two weeks ago. Why do winter and summer linger so, but fall and spring flit past like a daydream? Tonight, the attic fan is running, drawing cool night air in through all the windows, and all the heat out through the attic. What is that smell, that wonderful scent? It's the magnolia blossoms outside Reed's windows, tucking us in for the night.
Since you live in the midwest, that smell is also probably the wafting odor of all the liquid manure that the farmers are spraying on their fields. Renewable fuels are the Republican's way back, man, and you'd better let them spray that stuff so that Newt can have another shot at office. Otherwise he might have an affair with your wife while prosecuting your son for leering at the "meal dispensers" of all the ladies passing him at Target.
Hmm, nope. I'm familiar with the smell of manure. This wasn't it. And yes, I really love (read: hate) a guy who can be having an affair while impeaching somebody else for less. We have a president who is now responsible for an intracable war, blowing the budget surplus, spying on American citizens, torture, and a whole host of other things, but him we can't impeach. Unless he were to get a blow job. Then he'd REALLY be evil, right?