Whittlin' in Normal entries

Snowed here yesterday. Didn’t stick, but it’s almost April and it snowed here. I’m sure there’s Daddybrothers talking to mommycousins on the front stoop in Eaton Rapids saying stuff like “See? Global warming my rosy red … hound dog.”

“A yip. Now is you gonna whittle or git off the pot?”

I’m sure you have your own eaton rapids and mommysister’s babydaddies and/or daddybabies, um, because if you don’t you are them. I don’t fault them for in-breeding, if you’re gonna share a family toof to pass around for cob smacking, it’s probably best to share spit DNA. It’s the ‘See? Global warming my rosy red … well, pretty much anything’.

I’m not trying to pick a fight. Most of y’all are on a computer and near a map that while flat represents a three dimensional object floating in space. Some of you are a three dimensional object floating in space, if you are floating near Mars you’re think “My rosy red planet”. If there was ever life on Mars I’m willing to bet someone said “Global Warming? Pshaw, look at the canals.” They probably also said things like “Yeah, but it’s a dry heat.” Aren’tcha glad they’re gone? The all moved to Arizona.

Shame that. I don’t mean about Arizona being filled with martians, it’s not, just phoenix, I mean it’s a shame that the most obvious personal alternative for global warming isn’t available; Go somewhere else. I’ve been told I am somewhere else. I guess that depends on where you are calling from.

I like whittling.