hooterville

I’m saying goodbye, in my own way, to things in Hooterville. I think I have an opportunity that I’m not ready to talk about publicly that might be on the near horizon that I want more than anything. I have my fingers crossed.

I was talking to Ivy last week about the state of the nation and the Russia/Georgia war and she said “I’m sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Now, I know you want to be talking up some Bigfoot right now so bear with me.

Well ain’t this something. After a very, VERY long day in Hooterville, I come home to see this bit of revelry.

A Nevada brothel is trying to stimulate business by offering free gasoline.

I had a rough couple of days. I want to be clear that those days had nothing to do with me other than letting some rather disgusting business get under my skin.

So I shot a gun.

I’d never shot a gun before. We didn’t have them in my house when I was a kid. I think my dad had one but he never had it around.

'Cause that's what my mom fixed this morning.

Homer knows. Squirrel Queen knows. Big Daddy knows.

You see, this month is the anniversary of my mother’s death. It’s significant. We love and we lose.

We do.

And we remember. And if we don’t, shame on us.

She was named after a box of shoes that my grandmother saw on a box in Michigan during WWII. She didn’t have a middle name because my gram thought her name was long enough.

You know, I do this every year, and each year, it g

Kinda had a rotten couple of days due to real life stuff. I want you to know, that sometimes, although I suffer clown hatred and psychosis and majorly large pity parties just like everyone else, someone says something nice about you …

and I was swept with emotion. You never know how others see you.

And this meant a lot.

I have no idea where Random Man found this but I’m sort of all grossed out and feel yucky about it.