Wild Bev Hickok

I haven’t been struck with the urge to write much lately (other than when I went to Les Miserables a few weeks ago- I’ll fill y’all in on that soon) but I’m back in Mayberry for a bit, and this is where the living, breathing content resides.

MamaG recently got two cataracts repaired and asks me about four times a day if I have scheduled my first colonoscopy yet. 

Smoke got a knee replacement last week and is hobbling around rambling about being locked up in the hoosegow.

So, in between taking Double Cataracts to follow-up eye dilation appointments and driving New Knee McGee around on daily crop tours, I’m just out here shootin’ the gophers and rabbits who think they can just walk around snackin’ on MamaG’s garden and trying to resist the urge to email my doctor that my mom is up my ass about getting a colonoscopy. 

-Beverly “Shootin’ Gophers and Playin’ Chauffeur” Goldenstein