Pickin' And Grinnin'

Mais, I sure did a lot of grinnin' yesterday at the big whooptidoo out at the farm ~ mandatory FOLB meetin', and all the usual suspects were there (well, most of them were there). The weather was bee-you-tiful, the beer flowed freely, the chuck wagon was laden down with all kinda good vittles, the ladies were all dressed in their gay finery ... and the bunkhouse boys commenced to pickin' & sangin' up a blue streak. Jolly good time celebrating ol' Arkie Clarkie's 60th trip around the sun, and I garrondamntee there was some BIG lies told!!