Y'all, Halloween falls on the 31st this year.

Hey, Darlin'....how you doin' today? Good, Hon. Sure seems like Mondee rolls round real regular like. I could swear we just had us a Monday 'bout a week ago. But, it says Mondee rat thare on the newspaper so, I guess it's back like a boomerang. I reckon my mind has been kindly truant lately 'cause Halloween damn near slipped up on us. Course, I ain't got too much more decoratin' to do since I never took the stuff down from last year. I'm always lookin' fer ways to save time like that.

You know, Babe. I am bout tarred of lookin' at punkins. Now, I don't mean no offense by that. I'm just not the type a gal who wants to be like ever body else. So here at this trailer, we gone start usin' bananas fer Halloween and I'm switchin' punkins to Christmas. Let's see iffin we can't start us a trend. Y'all up for it?

Read this blog or you must not love the Lawrd.

Hey, Darlin'.....I got to 'pologize fer bein' a lil tough on you yesterdee. I reckon the sheer stress of bein' all thangs to all people just done cold-cocked me. Livin' the life of a modern day prophet sounds real glamorous , I know. Yeah, Shug, it sure nuff does impress folks at reunions and what not. Well, true, it looks good on ma bidness card....... But, trust me, Babe, you better off stayin' the lowly, unimportant mortal that you are. Not that you got much choice there. You have the luxury of vainly toilin' and festerin' your life away, 'till you leave this world not havin' made one iota of difference bein' here.

But, when you got so many possibilities, as I do, it's like bustin' rocks to stay focused on the task set before you. There is so much fer me to accomplish, it can git overwhelmin' at times. That map I put up over yonder, started me to feelin' guilty 'bout them lost souls roamin' round out there in Yankee states I ain't never even thought 'bout till now. My friend, Chat Blanc, I call her Kitty, pointed out to me this mornin' that the map don't show all my readers in Hell! Half my hits come from there! And the comments I git from those folks would tear you up. It's too late fer me to be of much help them now. I did pull some strings and git 'em a water cooler. But it breaks my heart to tell 'em that I can't come git 'em. Even I ain't got that kind of influence.

So, Hon, here's what I decided. I ain't gone qwit bein' a modern day prophet, even though the pay is lousy and it is a tall order most days. But evangalism just don't fit into my schedule right now. I am a single mother with several bidnesses to run and I just can't be fritterin' away my time huntin' down lost souls. So, they gone have to find me. I will be rat here in Petty Point at the Won Ton Estates, which is as close to Hell as I am plannin' on goin'.