Here's how the mornin's gone so far...See I'm in this habit of gettin up early to fix them slimy eggs for BM during the season, so its naturel that I keep on wakin up real early through the year. I just happen to make my usual time at 4:45. This mornin my body done woke up at 4:00. I knowd what it is....me and Ruthie went out for a girls night last night to the local Mexican joint and I had me two diet cokes. Sometimes the caffine just gets to me. Anyhow, I come down here to look up some new game recipes on BM's laptop and what do I find but a mess of his same old rhetoric that he's been postin FOR THE WHOLE DOGGONE WORLD to read. It actually appears that this ain't his first site to be a part of. I done a Google on him and he's got a HISTORY! I guess it's no surprise he's gettin kicked out of these cyber places cause we been gettin kicked out of real places for years. I keep tellin him about manners and etiket and bout bein politicaly correct and all, but he don't listen to me. So I'm sittin here at the computer and I hear somebody sneakin around the house, comin down the steps like a theif in the night. I'm thinkin it's Scout or the towheadded Barrelcooker, but after a few minutes of quiet, here he comes around the corner, BM hisself. He's got on his underwear, wet boots and that godawful hat with the furry flaps and that glazed and dazed look, carryin his shotgun. "Where's the vittles?" he asks. "Go back to bed, Barrelcooker. You got three and a half more months!" And he slinks back upstairs. Probly lyin in our bed with his muddy boots still on. I never could teach him about those messy things. So, nice to meet ya'll. Come on down to Aintry sometime if your brave enough.