What a Ransom

Yep - it's Gregoysm day.  And let me tell you something - Gregory doesn't follow his Uncle Curtis' three rules of life.  He is definitely a pig stank (where it falls it stays - messy guy). doesn't care that the post office is always hiring, nor whether or not a bucket of Popeye's chicken can feed you for a week.  But he is very endearing to say the least.

Today after a long day of adventures in canvassing I walked in the house with Chase and had to scurry to get out of the house in 5 minutes because of a baseball game tonight.  Gregory seeing our hurriedness promptly announced that we were the essence of ransomed at that moment.  Ok - I get things done, so I'll take that as a compliment.

Too many dogs on the route today in adventures in canvassing -- just too many.  Don't even want to talk about it.  But I will say that on of my co--canvassers got bit by a dog yesterday.  Chain your dogs people and keep them under watch while we are doing our job.  I can appreciate the postman.

Ciao Y'all