Holla Pong!

Well, hey there! How are you?

I'm on fire. Not literally....figuratively. There is a large fire around our parts, and I've been working on it for about 10 days straight. My lawn is a jungle. I have no clean underwear. My yard is full of dog shit. Dog hair is covering everything I own. Dust has taken over my crooked trailer. I've worked 10-13 hour days and have no time to take care of these things. So, gimme a few days. I'll post soon.

In the meantime, enjoy this newest ma-ism story:

I cleaned up a trail near my crooked trailer recently; it's a place where some kids like to par-tay, so to speak. It is only about 20 feet long, but I managed a full bag of garbage, including home-made bongs, wrappers, glass, beer cans, cardboard, cigarette boxes....you name it, I picked it up. With gloves, of course.

So, I told my ma this, and she was telling someone on the phone, when she turned and said:

"How many pongs did you pick up?"

Me: "Huh?"

Her: "You said you picked up pongs. How many?"

Me: "You mean bongs?"

Her: blank stare

Me: "I'm SO putting that on my blog."

Her: "Stop making fun of your mother."