It's a great time on the front porch tonight!
She didn't always look like this. She started out as a pretty maid at a local village inn. It was the classic story of getting swept off her feet by the wealthy son forced to go pheasant hunting with his father. From there she became a high society matron, widow and heir to a fortune built on potato chips and car wax.
She commissioned this painting so that after she was gone her kids would remember something of her class and austerity as they spent her money. However, it's impact was somewhat offset by the jawdropping stories quite a few old men shared at her funeral of their youth spent hanging out around the Cockenbull Inn
Harold just got package in the mail with something I think he plans on using against Sidney, his nemesis. But Sidney is eyeing the ribbon on the package. He thinks it would look nice in his home, don't you think?
I don't know what's going on, but you better keep an eye on those two.
Few people have heard about my trip to the moon several years ago. That's mainly because I hate to brag about it and because I found a lot of rocks and saw a very nice view, but other than that found nothing to speak of. And before you ask, I wouldn't ordinarily bring my cat along, but he insisted so you know what that's like.
This was taken back in my days fighting in the great Chicken War. That's Mad Dog next to me with a boomerang he said he captured off of an enemy soldier (but I saw him pick it up off the ground). The guy in the tank we called “The Comb.” I swear he could make that tank dance.
You remember that war. That's when the chickens and kangaroos had a go at each other. Doesn't take much to guess who came out on top in that one.
Every year in July I get sentimental about the invaluable (not to brag) role I played in our independence. Old Ben used to tell me the best part of his day was stepping outside each evening and finding me doing my job.
My worst job ever - shoveling the sidewalk in a snowglobe!
He usually prefers the slower songs, but occasionally indulges her (I think that's because he just can't pass up a chance to dance to Allie Shaw and his band)
And now, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the soothing sounds of Allie Shaw and his band here at the beautiful Crocaderro Club.