I hear a phrase like, “He’s got enough money to burn a wet dog.”
From the pulpit.
Actually, my dad says it’s a wet donkey you are actually trying to burn. Either way, I can’t even imagine how much money that would take.
You see a guy in overalls and a top hat decorated with multiple turkey feathers walking out of the local (and only) Mexican restaurant.
Aforementioned Mexican restaurant asks if you’d like sweet or unsweetened tea with your meal.
Your daddy says, “I think I’ll ride to town and get a stick of bologna and stick it in the smoker.” He did and yes, I ate several slices of it with crackers and enjoyed every single bite.
My great aunts come over for dinner and tells stories that I can’t decide are funny for their own sake or because she gets so tickled telling them.
My daddy crumbles up cornbread in buttermilk for a bedtime snack.
My brother has a deer’s head in his freezer.
I love being home.