Steve

We just got done havin the hottest day of the year, supposedly. I know the dash board on the Chrysler is all warped at one end and the little logo decal they put on there, blistered up and peeled off from the heat inside the car, when I parked at the mall. When I got into the car, I liked to smothered ‘til I could get the A.C. to goin. I had shorts on, and the vinyl upholstery burned the heck out of my upper thighs. I couldn't get a holt of the steerin wheel cause it was hot as fire, and burnin my fingers. I had broken my prescription sunglasses, and had stuck a pair of Darla's little pink Barbie sunglasses on top of my other glasses to see. Girl, I was a sight.

We had been tryin to give the girls plenty of liquids during the heat wave. They had both been livin on Dr. Pepper and Diet Coke. I don't make em drink water cause they hate the taste and it's so plain and unattractive. Well, they both came down with horrible kidney and bladder infections, and do you know that doctor said it was because all I give em is cokes.

I didn't know that was wrong. Why, we was raised on cokes and there's nothing wrong with us. So he said they were gonna have to drink eight glasses of water a day. I think that If the Lord had wanted us to just drink water, he wouldn’t have let us invent coke. I'm givin em Mountain Dew and Sprite cause it's clear and we'll see how they do.

They both started school Monday. Thank goodness they both got held back to repeat the sixth grade this year. It was going to be so embarrassing for Harla if she was in the sixth grade and Darla was in seventh, their bein twins and all. Everything worked out for the best I guess, plus they already have all their books from last year and we don't have to get new.

They insisted on gettin matchin clothes this year. Some twins do and some don't. I had to draw the line at them wantin to dress like that little, Lian Rimes Slut. They came prancin out of the dressing room at Wieners with little tube tops and tight tight, jeans, blue eye shadow, and lipstick.

I told em that little girl's Momma and Daddy are makin a livin off of that poor little girl lookin sleazy. That's their choice. They don't realize that it looks like she sleeps with every one of those guys in her band, and then finishes off the video crew with just enough spark and spit left in her for her Daddy. And the next day she's got to get up, yodel on cue, and do it all over again. It won't be long ‘til we hear she's marryin her Sixty -two year old Manager, who is also her Daddy's best friend and fishin buddy.

Any way, we got them outfitted in more sensible clothes. They are still in Jr. High, after all. They have got all four or so of their High school years to dress slutty.

Momma was good about that with us, I think. If she hadn't let me wear what I wanted to High school, I would probably have ended up to be an old maid and not have met Lester and had to drop out sophomore year with the twins.

Lester's Sister and niece are gonna be parking a silver Airstream travel trailer next to the house, starting next week. Lester said that way we can run extension cords easier for their electricity. It's supposed to be just temporary ‘til Nelda Jo's divorce is final, And little Tammy has the baby.

I'm not real sure about the details leading up to the divorce. When I asked Lester, didn't it sound to him like that Nelda was leavin G.W. on account of he had gotten her daughter Tammy, from her first marriage, pregnant while she was at work. He told me to shut my mouth, woman and make dinner. You know Lester never talks that away.

That's how I knew I had pretty well guessed it. He'll do anything when it comes to his Sister, Nelda. Even run the electricity through the dining room windows so she can live by the carport with her pregnant thirteen-year-old daughter, in a travel trailer without askin me if it was alright or anything. Or, that he was gonna use the extension cord from my sewing machine and they were gonna park that trailer just plopped on top of my Zinnias that I have been waterin and takin care of all summer long. I guess I'm sayin I would have liked to have been consulted.

I never complain when he doesn't tell me we're gettin a new truck, or got a good deal on the house and we're movin, or that he moved the money to a different bank. He's the man, and those things are up to him and as I am a woman, none of my business. But, if your pitiful poor white trash kin is gonna come camp out in my yard, damn It, give me some notice. I may need to go to the Piggly Wiggly or somethin. I'm sure it will work out fine. I just had to get this off my chest.

Remember we love you anyway,