My brother William and I went over to Mama's a few weeks ago to survey the situation. I haven't been over there much since Jimmy's been sick: for one thing, it makes me so sad, and also, nine times out of ten, I set the burglar alarm off. The keypads stick badly, and seconds later, sirens are screaming and bells are clanging and that recorded male voice is blaring all over the neighborhood: "WARNING! WARNING! A RESTRICTED AREA HAS BEEN VIOLATED! THE POLICE HAVE BEEN CALLED! LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!! It's enough to give you a heart attack.
In spite of all my apprehensions, William and I had a good time, laughing and talking and sharing our memories. We inspected cabinets and closets, went all through the attic, and walked around the yard for a while. I said something about the long gone tree house, and William told me, "You know that's where the neighborhood stash of Playboy magazines was kept." I was surprised; I thought I knew most of their little secrets.
William went on to tell me about one afternoon when he had gotten home from junior high school. A bad storm had passed through that morning, and he had been dismayed to come home to find leaves and tree limbs and naked ladies scattered all over the backyard.
In spite of all my apprehensions, William and I had a good time, laughing and talking and sharing our memories. We inspected cabinets and closets, went all through the attic, and walked around the yard for a while. I said something about the long gone tree house, and William told me, "You know that's where the neighborhood stash of Playboy magazines was kept." I was surprised; I thought I knew most of their little secrets.
William went on to tell me about one afternoon when he had gotten home from junior high school. A bad storm had passed through that morning, and he had been dismayed to come home to find leaves and tree limbs and naked ladies scattered all over the backyard.
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Hey, Love your pictures and comments. What is the deal with limit of 300 characters? I never know what to omit. It happens. Your Playboy comments remind me of the kindergarten year my children were introduced to Playboy by the ten year old girl next door.
I think Jimmy should get the camera and get you in some pictures.
I second that advice from Glenda on Jimmy taking some pictures of Ellen.
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