Sunday, June 27, 2010

Redneck Sunday Night


They've been cooking low and slow all day.  Big Daddy knows his way around a slab of ribs

We buttered some corn an hour or so ago and put them along side.

I think I'll pour myself a cocktail.  I'll sit outside and smell the meat cooking.  While I'm there I'll watch the storm come in. I can feel it.  The wind has picked up and is blowing the humidity out of the air.

You know what?  Big is home tonight, too.

So why am I sitting her posting for the first time in a coon's age when I could be outside visiting with him?



I'm outta here.