ANDY

HEY BUBBA

You’re not gonna believe this but I just saw Paul up @ 8:25 on Sunday morning and evidently he’s being up for a while.  He told me he just had to put a patch on his pool pump.  We talked about that while he was over again trying to fix your mom’s new computer.  I told him G.F.L. with that – patching the pump, I mean.  Why anyone needs to fix a new computer is beyond me but somehow the laptop speaks German or Japanese to the new tower.  I’m sure it’s more like positive and negative binary code with gates, nanogates or gates, nor gates, Nevermind!

I got the sprinkler going and a Cardinal is sitting on the Mulberry tree limb taking a bath, no, I don’t think it’s Catholic but who knows?  At least it’s cleaner. Anyway, Pauls gotta pick up his daughter from the airport and that’s why he’s up so early.  I just looked up and he’s still puttering around the garden and it looks like his sunflowers could teach the whipping willows how to cry and still look pretty. It is a nice color of yellow. 

Your mother just called and asked enough questions to get me busted, like; “Did you eat breakfast?  I said, “I brought some hot wings and I ate some of them”.  She said, “Then you must be having a beer?” and I responded, “Yes I am”. Damn son, I’m been sitting still too long and the fire ants crawled up my pants and on to my shirt.  Those wings I made yesterday are great and evidently the ants think so too!  I know!  I know! You don’t need wings anymore cuz you got a pair of your own.  Try not to rub it in, okay!

I found that etching on the octagon glass, the one of Jesus on the cross. The one I saw you working on and I said, “Didn’t I already buy that?” and you said, “Yeah, I’m just trying to finish it.” and I said, “Try not to break it”.  Now that I think about it, it’s funny as hell you working on glass when you could break a tombstone (accidently) with a Styrofoam egg carton.  I guess there were time you had your finesse. I’m sure you’re much better now.  Just the same, if I were you, I’d stay out of God’s “what not” room, just to be on the safe side, know what I mean?

Paul’s calico just showed up meowing so I went and got one of the wing bones and threw it over in the lot by the bikes.  I had to steal it back from the ants, they weren’t happy but the cat seems to be, “It’ll be alright”.  The gray cat just showed up and she and the calico don’t seem to get along that well.  Bitches – I guess.  Well Amanda called and we talked for awhile and Trish called, yes your Auntie Trish, to wish me a Happy Father’s Day, then I was back on the phone again with Amanda for another 29 minutes.  They’re doing alright.  Irfan started his new job running a cell phone store.  I know, but he’s a smart guy and he’ll be alright.  Too proud to ask for any help, Amanda too, but if they need me they’ll ask before the kids go without so “It’ll be alright”.  Anyway, your mom then called and wanted to know if I wanted to do anything, you know for Father’s Day.  But I got to screwing around cleaning out the fridge, etc.  The calico started meowing again so I opened one of your potted meats and gave a spoonful to her.  The way she ate it, it’s no wonder why Paul’s cats like you so much.  Paul probably gives them stuff that’s good for them and you gave them this shit!  I found some cookie cutters I thought you guys sold at a garage sale but you didn’t.  They’re old aluminum ones but your Grandma Leal bought some when she was here so I’m gonna send them with your mom and aunt Trish when they leave on Thursday, June 23, 2011.  The calico whined for some more meat so I got back out the spoon I just washed and gave her some more and then on the way back something caught my eye, damn near ripped it out.  Oh no, not that kind of caught.  It looked like some of your etching on a vase so I picked it up.  Sure as Shit!  It says, “Happy Mother’s Day!  I’d just finished washing the cobwebs and dirt out of it (must have been from last year) when your mom called to say, “It’s wonderful and that she loved me.  I told her she was wrong but I loved her to.  Now you know I’m gonna have to take that vase home and give it to her and you know how it’s gonna make her feel.  Now who’s throwing who under the bus.  Asshole!

                                                          Love Andy. . . . . . . .

P.S. – I left a six pack and a ½ dozen wings in the fridge.  If they’re still here when I stop by tomorrow, you’re Shit Out of Luck, cause I’ll be reclaiming them!!!!!

June 19, 2011