The Mrs. was right! Again.

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Hey y'all!  Hope y'all are having a blessed day in The Lord!  

You know, I feel kind of bad right now.  I mean, after all that bitchin' and moanin' I did about The Mrs. making me grow my hair back out, and how it was gonna be a ton of trouble, and how I looked like a retarded fuzzball, I think I probably should be ashamed of myself.


This morning, I got up and looked in the mirror, and said to myself, "Andy, you look gooooood!"  Dang, I look much better with hair than slick.  I'm much more attractive, and handsome.  Even though I'm gray, it's not a mousy gray...kind of a distinguished, silvery, sexy gray.

I was thinking, "Dang, I'm glad I bought me that new replacement wedding band from The JC Penneys before I got to this point of sexiness."  (I mean, the chicks need to know that I'm not available right up front).


The Mrs. was right.  I ought to listen to her more often.


Speaking of The Mrs., as I told y'all, she has ventured north to the nation of Arkansas.  When I talked to her this morning, she was harvesting eggs, and Paul was feeding the hens.  They're having a good time, but it's cold, and she's glad she took a sweater.  And, she misses me something awful.  Of course.


By the way, she did not have ANY trouble smuggling in the toothbrushes, and other toiletries.  They caught a glimpse of her gorgeous smile, and were so distracted that they didn't even check the wheel well.  So, supplies got delivered no prob.


Well, since I'm all alone here at the estate, I figured I'd catch up on some things I've neglected.  My yard looks like crap.  And, Daddy's apartments need mowing, and trimming.  And, I've been putting off re-sealing the tub in the hall bathroom, and changing out the faucet in the vanity in there, which The Mrs. purchased about a year ago.  And, I've got behind in my house cleaning, and bathroom cleaning, and even the laundry.  Got the WHOLE day off from work today, too!


So, I've gotta get crackin'! 


Y'all have a good one!  I'll catch up with y'all tonight.  I love y'all.


And, listen to your Mrs. more often.  She knows junk...