Hi Y'all, I ain't rightly sure what happened with my last note, but it went to Cuzin Bambie's 'puter, so her Better Half forwarded it to y'all. Anyway, I just wanted to tell y'all the story of Cuzin Junior's acquaintance from up north that came to Cuzin Bambie's 4th of July todo. We all brought dishes, just like Chatty Cathey's bunch, but we all had enough sense to bring food with our dishes! Well, doncha know, this friend of Cuzin Junior's done brought some stuff that he called barbeque. Poor thing. Everyone could just look at the stuff and know that it weren't no kind of Barbeque, but we being polite,and all, we just didn't say nothing. Well, he got to bragging on his barbeque. Y'all know how seriously we take our Glorious Barbeque. This feller had a *red sauce* on that poor pile of meat! Can you imagine anyone putting red sauce on a pile of meat, and calling it barbeque? Now, I didn't tell that feller that my Aunt Virginia does barbeque deer meat, and it do be a site better than that stuff that he brought. Everybody tasted it, and fed it to the hounds that kept getting underfoot. Them poor old dogs took one bit of that feller's meat, and took off for the swamps. We didn't even have enough dogs around to finish off the rest of what we had on our plates! You know Old Rebel just took one sniff of the stuff, sneezed and went and lay back under the table where Couzin Durlin was feeding him juicy tidbits that Old Rebel really did enjoy. That was before Old Rebel fell asleep under the table and commenced to snoring. Lawsy, that old dog snores louder than Jimbo when he gets to sawing logs!! That odd fellow from up north didn't think much of us for not raving on about his barbeque, so he started drinking more and more, until he began saying ugly things about our Blessed Mommas, and Esteemed wimmin kinfolk. I guess they get real serious about their barbeque up north too. Wouldn't you think that they would work harder on getting the meat fit to eat, iffn they were so serious about it? About that time, Cuzine Johnny Ray came up behind him and grabbed him about the waist. Cuzin Johnny Ray ain't been quite right, ya know, after he lost that fight with that bear. Well, he picked that feller up and wrastled him to the ground and made him eat them words!! By the look on that fellers face, they were some sour tasting words. When Cousin Johnny Ray got done with him, he was singing the praises of all of our Blessed Mommas, and Esteemed wimmin folk, our cuzins, our Daddies, and everyone else he could think of. Isn't it nice to see the young people have such a dramatic change of heart? When Johnny Ray let him go, that feller lit out of here like his coattails were on fire, shouting something about never coming this way again, and something about somebody being crazy. Never could quite get the gist of it. We all had a grand time eating and talking and having fun after he left. The we got to get better acquainted with Cuzin Sheriff Brown later in the evening like I told you earlier. All in all it was a fair day. Life is good and we are all thankful for our blessings. Love y'all Cousin Ella Mae _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com