Comin' In From The West.....

Just received this email from my little brother who lives in tornado alley down by Marionville:

This is when you get pucker power to the max, standing in your back yard watching this headed for you.............................

And you think hurricanes are badddddddddd

Viola and Jaycee were in shelter, Steph and I were standing in back yard watching it progress. Must be a redneck .......

tom

Tom, you crazy sumbitch, put the camera down and head for cover. If it were me, I'd be in a ditch kissing grass and trying to make myself as small as possible.
Dang, don't you remember the last time this happened?

The wind always blows at Tom's house, or at least it does when I go out there. Tom and his wife Viola raise minature horses which are NOT called ponies, as in, "look at the cute little pony". These are real horses only small. They have a Springfield Wagon and stagecoach built to the same scale as the horses. It is really neat looking in a parade and the grandkids like to race around the ranch. It may be a small ranch but that's ok, they only raise small horses.


Hmmm...seems to be a pattern here, small ranch, small horses, small bus, you bus riders might think these Lee boys do things in a small way. I, for one, only drink De Kuyper cherry sloe gin from half-pints. Tom smokes the little macadunos, the minature cigars, our wives used to drive Volkswagens. Tom raises Cornish hens. Sometimes we can be pretty small minded. But in the one thing that really matters, well, I don't want to brag, but...lookee here.