Fifty years ago yesterday, The Beverly Hillbillies made its debut on network television. Whoo-ee, that moves a body to set a possum stewing on the cook stove, grab a favorite critter, and head to the cee-ment pond for a party, don’t it?
Box elder bugs have invaded our house. The obnoxious little things forced me into some outside-the-box thinking. In a fit of desperation, I grabbed the fly swatter and took aim. And guess what? It worked!
Operation Baby Watch continues. Tomorrow, Baby Philo will be one week overdue. The house is clean, the laundry’s done, I’ve finished the required ten devos for my friend’s new specialty Bible project, my cold’s pretty much run its course, the cold sore under my nose has dried up, the monthly column for the church newsletter is in the can, and today is anniversary of my Grandma Josie’s birthday. This would be a very good day for you to be born, little one!
