Ray's Thought for the Day

Where's that dang Raymone? Are all illegal aliens as invisible as ours is? He could be out in the bean bin right now, swipin' my oatmeal.

Oh. And spellin' of Raymone and invisibilty and since we got a smidgin' of rain in these parts, Red had pity on the ladies and reopened one of the comfort stations, fer em. Then too, Nancy the Goddess of Practical Jokes visitin' from the Joke Factory, threw a wall-eye fit over the comfort stations bein' shut up. Ye don't want to see Nancy in wall-eye fit metamorphosis so that particular fit may have nudged Red toward modernity. Anyhow, it's a good thing that the ladies have a indoor comfort station agin. They were tramplin' down the switchgrass in the performance of their ablutions and steppin' on the potential shrews.

I got to spell too, about Red. As you know we keep purty close tabs on his TV watchin' and Hope has been especially dutiful, monitorin' his watchin' and makin' sure he don't get too riled up. But Hope did allow Red to send one of his little reminder foretellin's based on his now restricted and monitored TV watchin' to this venue. And Red spells,

Ever'one should remember that ever' last one of the demons that ye espy on the TV, regularly, is a liar and a glutton, or apprentice to a liar and a glutton.

So ye can see, maybe, that Hope has her hands full. Hope relates that some poll er other set him off this time when she had gone to the icebox to get soda waters fer the both of em and wasn't present in a timely fashion to mollify his reaction to that particular TV episode.

Now I got to keep one wary eye on Crumby, anticipatin' some payback for my spell of the wee hours this mornin' regardin' his terrapin lesson.