Handy Dandy Handyman

It's rainy and cool in the holler this morning afternoon. It's been a sucky weekend with lots of plumbing drama, which I'll spare you. Ma called some guy who has an ad in the Hee-Haw County weekly, calling himself the Handy Dandy Handyman and claiming to be certified and licensed. No clue what he's certified and licensed in. Let's hope that pooptastic plumbing drama is part of his expertise.

I nearly lost consciousness with anger yesterday when I discovered she'd tried to call my cousin, the one who recently lost his job at the local high school after being reported for having sex with one of the students.

Oooo yeah, there's a great idea. Let's call your ex-inlaws, who's family tree has been full of horny men answering the hillbilly booty call of illegal, immoral and inbred sexual practices for generations. Let's invite them in to our house. Oh for God's sake.. let's offer to pay them.

Yeah.. I wasn't a happy camper. I'll go to the laundromat and start doing my business out behind the house rather than hire them.

Please.

Anywho, so Handy Dandy Handyman is supposed to be here around three-ish. Ya'll keep your fingers crossed that he can solve our backed up pipe problem.

Ya'll have a great Monday. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!