Ch-Ch-Changes



It's kind of cool and gray in the holler this morning. This weekend did me in, making a much needed run to Wally World before I was completely over the Black Plague my upper respitiory crap leading to my explaining, quite dramatically, to T.A. that were I to die inside Wally World, I needed her to promise me she'd drag me out to the parking lot before calling 911.

I don't want to die in Wally World.

I ended up spending twice as much as usual, but I've not bought anything since I came down with The Phlegm Churning, Snot Shooting Infection from Hell the crud back on January first. Hopefully it's enough to last a while.

Oh.. I did get my voice back.. sort of. I sound like Froggy from Little Rascals.

I know, your awe of my uber sexiness is growing a little every day.

It looks like T.A. will have a vehicle (finally) within the next day or two. She's buying Thelma's old Bronco, which I think is an awesome idea. The child hasn't had a vehicle of her own to drive at all, ever, and I've told her more than once that she needs to get something she can't hurt until she gets some road time under her belt.

And seriously... isn't that first junker like the most awesomest car you ever own? You can put all the tacky crap you want in it without worrying about how it looks, when crap falls off you just pull over, pick it up, toss it in the back and buy lots of duct tape.

I'm tickled to death.

In other news..

There may be a change coming to the Mahala house later this week, but I don't want to jinx it, so you'll just have to stay tuned.

In the meantime, ya'll have an awesometastic week. We'll talk again real soon.

Later Taters!

P.S. I almost forgot! Hiddenmahala.com is now available on Kindle!!!!