Nasty Old Candy and Restless Old Ladies

Oh yay. Monday again.

Ya'll know I've been following the Paul McKenna weight loss philosophy, right? It's going well by the way. I eat what I want (and a lot less), I don't feel deprived and I'm noticing a lot more energy. Whether or not I'll actually lose any weight has yet to be seen, but.. baby steps.

Anywho.. I got to the office this morning and was greeted by a ginormous, plastic ice cream tub full of left over Halloween candy.

"But Mahala, it's nearly APRIL," I hear you saying.

Yes chil'run, I know. The ginormous, over flowing tub o' solidified high fructose corn syrup is brought to us by Bubbles.

Bubbles.. who says she doesn't allow her rugrats to eat candy.

Bubbles.. who says they only stopped at three houses when trick or treating this past Halloween.
Where the hell did all this junk come from then? She already brought three buckets full right after the holiday. Is it even from THIS Halloween?

Lawsy. Moving on..

All of Frog Pond Holler is in an uproar this week. The powers that be have gone and changed the law enforcement frequency for the police scanners, leaving little old ladies all over town in an informational lurch. This has lead to my having to make all nice-nice with Thelma, who's bubbahubby is the one police officer here in the holler.

Ma lives by the scanner. If she doesn't know what's going on, she'll freak.

I'm going to need for that NOT to happen.

I scored one new frequency I didn't have. Let's pray it's enough to appease Ma and her curiosity.

It's over the hills and through the woods, past Mamaw's house and off to the grocery store tonight for my twice monthly hunting and gathering. I'll give ya'll the low down on any cash I save when I report in tomorrow.

In the meantime, ya'll have a good one. Kick this Monday in the ass and show it who's boss.

Later Taters!