I was speeding on a tractor. 2mph over the horse and buggy speed limit. I was looking for an exotic scarecrow with a foreign accent fresh off the bus from Des Moines. Ragged with tears in the sexy potato sack buck-kini. When is the harvest? I don't know, it's Winter. If only the old farmhouse had new shutters everything would be. Closed? I suppose I'll find something around here to do eventually like look for a new potato sack for rows of fashion, a runway so bold I bought an expensive combine for Dual I Pa. She's the TV icon I want to work with excessively. Has she seen my Media (?)Wife? Hopefully she is still capable. I'm in a little trouble with the details of my script, should I place a special order, or let the excess go away on it's own. Lonesome. She's always the one with the key. We need to run the numbers and see which one of us came out ahead in the louve letter. Of course I will correct her and she will correct me If she needs anything I'm always there for her. She needs to relax, I'm ok Belle is ok, and I'm just working for the royalties. I'm flexible and am adaptable to various difficult situations. If hostility breaks out in Euro somewhere I will care. Eventually.
--Your Authorial Trophy Husband. NM. Smelling fish stick free and with the proper batteries.
No comments:
Post a Comment