The New RV-Dreamers TIP IN Program

Bet ya didn't know ya could have yer aphrodite wedded to the point where you was just about salavatin' to make a contribulation to some bodies, come in, did ya. :)

Nilda, bless her heart, weren't so sure I should be a doin' this thing, not knowin' the pressure I were under, and in the heat of the moment she went so far as to say that what I were doing were two rip somebody off. Now Nilda just never talks that away, and it more than puzzlated me that she would not support me in my writin' indevers, her usually bein' my biggest booster seat and all. Knowing the only way to overcome this deliquent problem was to confront her, that's what I did.

"Nilda, darlin'" I says, "I.M. sometimes a puttin' my foot in the wrong hole, and if this were one of the times, and I left what were right, where the right write otta not be left, tell me so I can write right." It are a mazin' how the application of that little bit of logic I learned from my Grandpap, a sittin' on his knee, has paid off over the years. "Nilda just looks up me, her big rose tinted, chestnut colored eyes a fixed on me, and said, "Why I.M., I do believe you badly misunderstood not only the percise phraseology I used, but you have inadvertently exacerbated and internalized your reaction to what I said."

There is times in a man's life when he can look foolish, and times when he can look downwrite stupid. This was one of them times when most anything I was to say would make me look like a sheer genius in them other moments, compared to what I was about to look like with my mouth open at this moment. So I just nodded my head, and kept a looking at her, a hopin' she would see that whatever it was that I was a thinkin', it were the right thing to be a thinkin'. Luckily it were so. :)

It surely did surprize me when the next thing she does is to ask me how I plan to inform my readers of my plight and the proposed soulotions. I knows there has gots to be some laywer blood a runnin' in the city feller veins of my family, cause what I did next were right out of one of they're bookends.

My plan were really quiet simpleton, and were based on something I remembered a doin' with Sissy Sanderson and her two twin girl cousins that summer they were a visitin' from the big city where they lived. Did they ever teach me a thing or two that summer, which were how I come up with the Kernal Green did it in the conversationary with the lead knife, plan of attack fer gettin' my reeders on my side.

I remembers how we played that Clueless game everyday, and how impressed them too city sisters was about my playin' inabilities. They even went so far as sayin' that I just might have been the most clueless, Clueless player in the whole wide world, which I took as being as good as it could get, coming from them two fourth grade girls, me and Sissy only bein' third graders at the time. Seems like I were a man of the world before I even knowed what the world were.

Remember how I were a tellin' you yesterday how I had the wooden arm out and the noose ready, and today I would spring the trapdoor? Well just like any good lawyer worth his salt can keep ya on the edge of yer seat with his odoratory, I.M. just done the same, but tomorrow you reelly, realy is a gonna learn about the RV-Dreamers TIP In program. It's like another of Grandpaps sayin's, It's always best to shear the sheep when the wool's a hanging down over they're eyes. Sheesh.