Luke Bryan - ah, too funny

Way too funny for me and Thank You Naj (Janis Ferguson) for sending it for me.  I laughed so hard when I received this, I near had to go to the porch.  I had it in my head that I would save it to post here.  I got myself giggling and in Luke Bryan frenzy, I deleted everything and had to Naj resend.  I truly have to purchased this cd of his.  Oh my, I'd be giggling all the time.  I can so see myself (in my younger days) in these Luke Bryan songs.  Now, I opt just to sing-a-long perhaps dance a step or two.

We are busy doing wood, oh the wood is such hard work.  I spent four hours out there this morning, now I rest.  Geez, seems like every year I post about the (many curse words) wood.  Sometimes, I have to just buck up and take the bitter with the sweet...and as I  say to Noisemaker...I am the only sweet around here. 

Busy week ahead, Noisemaker is having his birthday, can you believe 66 years old!  I will be baking him his favorite - lemon pie.  We are going out for lunch down the highway to the Coyote Grill for The Burp Burger, this Friday.  Coyote Grill is only opened in the summer months and only on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.  I am looking forward to it.

Another peaceful day on the mountain side, I hear no music blasting from the alein down the road; but I should not be because the lunatic is in the clink where he belongs, doing weekend time for stealing at our general store.  

I must tend to mode of lolly gag, lolly gag at Noisemaker as he is trying to do wood.  His health (blood pressure wise is good, but his foot is throbbing like my heart when I view Bruce Springsteen or go to a John Prine concert).

Oh yes, when we do wood there are pieces, I simply refuse to deal with.  I make piles for Noisemaker to deal with.  Today I made three piles, one pile is for pit wood, one pile is for - I cannot deal with these and the third pile is the same as the second.  I was opting to confuse Noisemaker.  He looked at the piles, okay - he says, pit wood...and what is this, I told him, I cannot deal with that and did we not go through this before...what is this pile, he says, I told him - I was singing John Prine - again, he shook his head, no further questions were asked to me.  You gotta love life on the mountain side.