There's good and bad stuff about bein' this tired...
Lord. I feel like a truck ran my ass over. It's not all bad, though.
Some, but not all.
Good things include this floaty, numb feeling and the fact that my voice gets a little rough, a little deeper...which makes singin' with Waylon a lot easier. Especially with the song "Amanda". I usually have to dig a hole in the floor to get my voice that low, but not today...
On the downside, it took me 20 minutes of being choked by my sweater before I realized I had it on backwards.
He was in a hurry to get back from the hay ride because of the Eagles game. Pfft.
Which is pretty much what I said: "The Eagles? Pfft. Ya want speed, ya need to tell ME Dallas is playin'..."
Nothin'. Not a word, Just stood there, in the wagon, lookin' at me. Again...PFFT!!!
Must be hard to have a sense of humor when your TEAM SUCKS SO BAD!!! Putz. Anyhow, I'm done out there now. I'm burnin' off my energy aggravatin' Paul some more.
Hey...He started it.
Did too
Did.
Uh-huh!
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