Steel,
Get better! Come on, I can’t go a day without your contributions
Oh I dunno-I kinda like a man with gigantic gourds
-Barb’s alter- ego PIERRE THE DWARF.
Steel- hope all is well with you.........whatever your illness is, I hope you will be well soon...........
Whal, all riaght… the trut will have its way I suupose. Yes, Raymond is mine. Captin, kindly do not refer to my man as ugly. He is most handsum and is the CEO of his own Gourd Company an has siccesfuly avoyded Mistre Spizter sevrl taims. Now I know y’all been wonderin why I wud play so frivosly heah whin I have this man at home but letme tell ya’ll. We have eight chirrens: Beezley; Bunkums; Bejesus; Buck; Barely; Bohemus; Baleful, and Dang. Raymond owns an oeperaytes a gourd stan on the edge of teh Blue Ridge Mowntains an caters to them dumocrats who drive owt lukin fore fresh air an real people. Raymond lines thee chirrens up along thee highway as signposts with thee shortist first holdin a littel tiny gourd an next biggist holdn a bigger gourd an so on til they git to him holdn them giant suckers. My job es tew keep thee howse an shine gourds. But alas, you know ets rough gettin gored ever nite just to produce anuthre signpost to feed..... so to mayke a long travail shorter whin Steel stole my britches I sayde to msyelf, Lawww, girl, there is anothre wurld owt there. An heah I am.
Don’t know if I up to rising to this challenge yet. But you haven’t heard the last of me yet either.