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Or in other words, my children don't get outside enough. I thought they did, but I was WRONG. Let me start at the beginning. Awhile back, I was in the kitchen happily mopping my floor and shakin' a lil' somethin' to the ipod...lost in my own little world. The boys were all occupied, and I was enjoying me some mama time. Well, lo and behold, that little blonde child of mine, BRAXTON, came running into the house screaming, "MAMA! There's a WATER MOCCASIN in the driveway!" Now, I know. Right now it's like 30 degress outside, but at the time of this occurence it was all of 95 degrees on the Fahrenheit scale. Ya know...water moccasin season. And we do have this waterhole in the front of our woods. Well. Thank tha lawd this child's daddy was hanging around at the time, because this mama don't do no damn snakes. So big, brave daddy goes outside with Braxton to "take care" of the "problem." Mama continues to shake it up on the inside. Minutes go by, and big daddy comes in laughing. Mama is curious...Well, come to find out, that water mocassin was no less and no more than a South Ga Red Wiggler. Fish bait. Yeah, we shoulda moved to Whigham long ago. Who'da thought Cairo was big city livin?
The Case of the BLACK CHICKEN
As most of you know, we are Gator fans. Well, sometime near the end of October, near Halloween actually-haha-we play this team called the Georgia Bulldogs. And as most of you who keep up with this kinda stuff remember, they kinda handed it to us last year. BUT. UF had DA TEAM this year, and we proceeded to kick the red and black off the bootays of dem dere dawgs.
We have this friend...we'll just call him Bryan to protect his privacy...well he came to our house flying this bigass UGA flag off the back of his truck. UGGG. (bless his heart) Well, needless to say, things didn't quite go his way that day, so he decided to go on a possum killin spree. (Hey, it coulda been worse..we did have a problem with that, so we were all good..okay, well maybe it wasn't a SPREE) Well, dear Bryan (bless his heart) didn't move the one possum that he killed far enough away from the driveway, although we didn't realize this until days later.
Our dear son Braxton was the one who brought this to our attention. Again, Mama was in the house mopping the floor shakin a lil somethin to the ipod, (sound familiar?) when Braxton came running into the house yelling, "MAMA! There's a buncha black chickens in the driveway!" Mama's like, WHAT?! I had no idea what he was talking about, so I go outside to see these black chickens in the driveway...thinking SUPPA! HOLLA! and as I'm sure you already have figured out, dem wernt no durn black chickens. They were straight up buzzards eating that dead possum on the outskirts of our driveway. Soooo, lesson learned...show Braxton some pictures of some actual chickens , and don't ever invite no DAWG fans over to the house when the GATORS are winning! (Just playing Bryan, we love ya!)
