Hey fellers;

Ya'll done too good a job on that barn building. Then the come over here and started nailing up big old planks as if building a prison and I got all wore out just waching. What I had in mind, was somthlng more along the lines of Bud Heards mule barn out there on state road 20, but noooo........Ya’Il put up this fancy-smancey oversized opuithouse that my wife Nectarine has compiscated. She says its too nice to put a two hundred dollar horse in, and wants to store all the family hairlooms in the middle stall in case of bad weather. (Arrow heads, a necklace made of pop-tops, Kewple dolls from the fair, old keys, etc,)
Even worser, she’s yakking about making the first stall into a mother in law apartment. Said she needed lectric and water, so I give here a flashlight and a bucket.. Other stall, she was putting up curtains and mumbling about a rumpus room. I don’t even know what the hell a rumpus is, but I bet it wont be as much trouble as her mother.
Whole thing just burns me up. Here I am, right back where it was I started from. Nowhere. Whole things been nothing but a pain since the deay it was barn.

Yers truly,:
 Red Neckerson Good Dayl