Hello FBF it is Midnight reporting to you from here in the pasture. Let me start by saying that I do not intend to make fun of Dude, but if you find humor please feel free to laugh your arse off. Monday was a week ago I saw Dude flying home in his truck. I have never seen him drive down the driveway that fast. He was followed by Matt Austin and Curtis Jones. Then Matt flies off with Dude slumped over in the passenger seat. My first thought is that Dude is drunk again. Later Matt returns Dude to the house. The following morning Dude didn’t come out of the house until about 1:00 P.M. The poor thing looked as if he had been on a three day drunk. His left ear was all swollen up and he had what appeared to be several knots on the back of his head. It was hard to discern if that head was messed up, because it looks rough on a good day. So new blemishes kind of fade into the old imperfections. Since my curiosity was killing me; I asked him if he was okay. You know how that boy is. If you ask him what time it is, he has to tell you how to build a watch. The following was his answer. “Midnight I was mowing over at the hunting land, when suddenly I thought I was being attacked by a squadron of wild archers. I felt piercing pain in my shoulders, back, head, arms, hands, ears and head. Then I realized they had me surrounded and they were attacking from every angle. I thought for sure I was a goner. There must have been thousands of them.” I asked him if it was ISIS or the North Koreans. “No!!! Much worse it was Yellow Jackets!!!! I laughed so hard that I lost control of my bladder. Dude turned red as a fire truck as he pulled up his shirt. I hate to admit it but for a few seconds I felt sorry for him. His back and shoulder looked like someone had shot him with bird shot. I hate I did not see the attack because he was swinging his arms and hands trying to defend himself as he drove the tractor. I bet his arms were swinging around so fast that they looked like a windmill on the plains. In fact, he tore a ligament in his hand swatting at them. The really sad part is he had to see an old ugly man doctor at Phoebe. When I get sick I see that good-looking Dr. Haley. Being sick is bad, but when your doctor is a fox; it is a lot more bearable. Oh well; I am glad he is doing better. Love y’all. Midnight
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 19:50:00 +0000
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