A Dish Best Served Cold

by T J Reeder

  That got shot down by “them”. Sometimes I feel like I’m being controlled! ( laughter) Shit! ( Stop cussing! The baby can hear you!) WHAT???… sigh.

  Well it’s been a busy few months, we tracked down the Bad guy and he’s now the former bad guy. We have a new home to move into and the whole area is getting organized to the point I hope it stops. To much organization leads to problems we don’t need. We have pleant of time to play or read or study, nobody is killing themselves unless they just want to. Mable has found her a wonderful man who is at her side every minute of the day working right with her, Those two are going to feed the whole damn area and are so happy doing it. I hate farming.

  I did find time to remember poor Bucks ear and went to see him, he seems to think we are bonded brothers since we both have parts of our ears shot off. Promised to take a ride later, he said no shooting!! I love old Buck! Rab and the Horse with no name are crowding in for attention and I notice them looking over my head and know I have company.

  They come marching up and ask when Beth gets her own horse? I said I guess when she says she wants one and should she be riding? I was informed riding is good exercise for a woman who’s PG.

  Now I didn’t come in on the last banana boat and I know when I’m being played and this is more about a trip to Charles then a horse for Beth. But I say ‘Well I guess we need to bring Charley in on this so we get a really good one. First they frown then after deciding I’m not being a smart ass they smile.

  So off we go to see Charley and Old Woman which is what they really wanted in the first place, I wonder why they don’t just say what they really want? ( because it’s fun to beat you up?) Shit ( stop cussing the baby can hear you!)

  To my readers, I kind of cut this one short because it wanted to end here? I have no idea why it just did.

  So if it feels short it is, by about a thousand or so words. I hope nobody feels cheated.

  TJ