The Latest 'Round Frog Pond Holler

Sweet mother of all that is holy... it's Friday in the holler. If you listen closely, you will hear a heavenly choir of chubby faced cherubs singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

Let's catch up on all things Mahala, shall we?

Around the holler...

Cletus, the town mechanic, opened his fifth "new" restaurant a few weeks ago and before the ink had dried on the take out menus, he'd already shut down. He spends more time renovating and preparing for each opening than he does actually staying in business. Maybe it's just me and my high fallootin' citified ways, but creating a steak and seafood fine dining experience when you share a building (and ventilation) with Cletus' Fix n' Lube, probably isn't a wise business plan.

If anyone has a problem with sewage coming up in their bathtubs in the next few months, they'll be on their own. While Ebb, the head town employee, was helping with that wreck last Friday night, he ended up being whisked away to Big City on an ambulance. After the driver of the car was loaded on the helicopter, Ebb told his buddies on the VFD that he just didn't feel right. They checked his vitals and one of the guys decided it might be a good idea to do an EKG. Before he knew what hit him, Ebb was at the Big City hospital being prepped for bypass surgery. I heard they were doing five bypass procedures during the surgery, but I have no idea what you'd call that. I've never heard of that many. I thought a quadruple bypass was the most they could do.

Anywho..

Around the trailer...

Our plumbing is still backing up whenever we run the clothes washer. Ma called the number two man at the town maintenance office, who kindly showed up at our front door around 5:30 the other evening, with the strong odor of alcohol on his breath, to inform us that when he checked the sewer line down at street level, "it was a' runnin'." He then explained that it was our problem and I needed to "git Royray to come down hyar with a snake.. the plumbin' kind.. not the strikin' kind."

Funny how we only have these problems after I've seen them with their big, fat heads stuck down in the hole in the road, poking around and messing with crap.

I have a plumbing snake.. thingie. I know how to use it. My problem is... when I run the washer, stuff backs up in both showers..when my shower drains, my toilet starts bubbling up and acting possessed.

Which hole am I supposed to stick it in?

Moving on...

I was supposed to go grocery shopping this evening, but I never got around to clipping the coupons and getting a list together, so I'm going in the morning. If I get any really good deals, I'll let ya'll know. Even if I don't get some free stuff, I'm sure there'll be some snaggle toothed hillbilly, smelling like Bacon Bits and WD-40 to write about when I get home.

Also planned for the weekend, Phase 2 of my plan to become innerwebs rich goes in to play. Ya'll stay tuned.

Here at the Cubicle Asylum...

Lawd the drama! Bubbles was in rare form yesterday as was Louise. I don't even want to go in to all of it, but they're both trying to play head games while they smile to your face and pretend to be your BFF.

I can tell you that when Bubbles left yesterday, she was carrying a box. I checked her office this morning, I couldn't tell if anything was missing. Lulu said she might have just cleaned out her food stash. Personally, I don't think the box was big enough.

Ah well..

It's Friday ya'll. The weekend is almost here. Ya'll have a good one and we'll talk again real soon.

Later Taters!