Catch my back turned just one moment and sure enough,
Em just can't behave!!!
Sneaking behind my back to chit-chat with Redhen about
men like that Mike Rowe and Gorden fellow. Or, to be even
a bit more exact, "Any hot man, mine" she said.
As if by some miracle I would not see this post...Oh, the words
I could use here!
Everybody here knows how that...that Em, has led me on for the
best part of a whole year. All those late night brownies we've shared,
and her "I'm the one" promise. I miss one night...ONE NIGHT...and
she's off chasing the likes of that Mike Rowe, or "any other hot man".
Fickle. That's what she is, just plain old fickel.
And that Redhen, no better. I thought she was my friend. Boy, talk
about someone having the wool pulled over their head.
I feel so...used.
So I've got 50 years on that pup, Mike Rowe. I'm still just as hot as
he'll ever be. Even hotter, if you asking Mrs. Spook.
And Sourman, Mississippi, Deerman...just look around at all the talent
here. There's still a lot of fire on the mountain.
But that's okay Em, Red....you two knock yourself out chasing after that
young pup.
Let's see...what's that word for a woman your age chasing a young man?
It's on the tip of my tongue.
I'm heartbroke...just simply shattered. I'm going to set here and probably
OD on brownies.
Tell me the truth Em. I can take it.
Is this because you and Blue was going to have to help me up in the hayloft
the other day?
Spook...in complete and total shock.