Two-Steppin' in Texas
Well, folks, I'm in Texas. I've been here a little less than a week. Whew! What can I say? It's the second round of grandparentspoilage, and I'm eatin' it up -- quite literally. I've had pancakes with real mcoy maple syrup twice now. Today, I had Blue Bell ice cream.
It's been an honest to goodness Texas summer experience thus far. I wake up to the mockingbirds and doves. In the sweltering afternoons, I waddle outside barefoot, clothed in nothing but a diaper. (Heck, sometimes, when I'm going swimmin', I go in my birthday suit.) Mom usually fills up my swimming pool during naptime. That way, when I'm ready to get in, it's nice and warm. Finally, I got used to walking barefoot in the grass.
This afternoon, I helped Mom do some gardening. While she pulled out Mexican Petunias, I dug in the dirt until Mom realized I had plans to invade a fireant bed. Ugh, she completely ruined D-Day. According to her, with the odds of a bazillion to one, I had little chance of victory. That's what she thinks. I had an ace up my sleeve, if you know what I mean....just need to get a hold of gasoline, and I'll torch those nasty boogers.
Thunderstorms have been rollin' in on a daily basis. They build up on the horizon and then dump a ton of rain seemingly all at once. Mom's a big fan. I like the colorful clouds.
I've been quite impressed with the number of trucks in Texas. (pronounced..."ccK") Man, I need a truck. Dad, if you're reading this, we need a truck as soon as we leave Korea.
This evening, my granddad put up a swing. It's under the cottonwood tree in the backyard. After a few rides in that thing, I'm convinced that I need to become a fighter pilot. Gs are kind of my thing, I think. Dad, seriously, I could be your wingman. You know I have better SA than Mom. Think about it.
I plan on posting some photographs shortly. I know you doofuses back in Korea are probably wondering "what the heck?!" By the way, I hope Dad didn't find the place completely trashed. Otherwise, guess who takes the heat? Is the Flamboyant Flamingo living with the pheasants now? Albert, Sandhill Crane, I got a telegram mentioning that you're out of ingredients for Orange Juliuses. Maybe Dad can get you some more. Or maybe not.
It's been an honest to goodness Texas summer experience thus far. I wake up to the mockingbirds and doves. In the sweltering afternoons, I waddle outside barefoot, clothed in nothing but a diaper. (Heck, sometimes, when I'm going swimmin', I go in my birthday suit.) Mom usually fills up my swimming pool during naptime. That way, when I'm ready to get in, it's nice and warm. Finally, I got used to walking barefoot in the grass.
This afternoon, I helped Mom do some gardening. While she pulled out Mexican Petunias, I dug in the dirt until Mom realized I had plans to invade a fireant bed. Ugh, she completely ruined D-Day. According to her, with the odds of a bazillion to one, I had little chance of victory. That's what she thinks. I had an ace up my sleeve, if you know what I mean....just need to get a hold of gasoline, and I'll torch those nasty boogers.
Thunderstorms have been rollin' in on a daily basis. They build up on the horizon and then dump a ton of rain seemingly all at once. Mom's a big fan. I like the colorful clouds.
I've been quite impressed with the number of trucks in Texas. (pronounced..."ccK") Man, I need a truck. Dad, if you're reading this, we need a truck as soon as we leave Korea.
This evening, my granddad put up a swing. It's under the cottonwood tree in the backyard. After a few rides in that thing, I'm convinced that I need to become a fighter pilot. Gs are kind of my thing, I think. Dad, seriously, I could be your wingman. You know I have better SA than Mom. Think about it.
I plan on posting some photographs shortly. I know you doofuses back in Korea are probably wondering "what the heck?!" By the way, I hope Dad didn't find the place completely trashed. Otherwise, guess who takes the heat? Is the Flamboyant Flamingo living with the pheasants now? Albert, Sandhill Crane, I got a telegram mentioning that you're out of ingredients for Orange Juliuses. Maybe Dad can get you some more. Or maybe not.
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