Binkytus Interruptus

Hey, y'all:



Some guys like a after-dinner cigar. Me? I like a after-dinner binky.


Yep, nothin' like a beef binky tuh top off the evenin'.


Oh, an' speakin' o' after-dinner (an' breakfast an' lunch) treats.....check out whut mom scored at Kroger!

'Scuse me while I hit the fridge.

WHUT THE?!?!?!?!

"Raspberries to YOU, O'Mally!!!"

"Finders keepers, losers weepers, Hanky!"

Yep. Mmhmm.

I'm Molly O'Mally and I'm proud to say.......

......I'm thirteen!

THIRTEEN!!!

Thirteen years old......



Hi, everybody!

Molly O'Mally here! Yes, today is my birthday and what a whirlwind day it has been!

Hanklin borrowed Mommy's car and took me to the beauty parlor to get my hair done, the drugstore to get my prescriptions filled, the foot doctor, AND he bought my dinner at MCL cafeteria!

I'm not sure how he afforded all that - especially when just this morning Mommy was complaining that she ran out of lunch money! Hmmm.


Oh, well, back to ME. It was a lovely day, and we are about to top it off with some yummy vanilla cake!


"HURRY UP, MOMMY! YOU KNOW I CAN'T EAT PAST SEVEN O'CLOCK!!!"



(Thanks to Laura for the awesome pic!!!)

Oh, gawd....she's at it AGAIN.

Hey, y'all:


My mom's at it again, singin' one o' her stoopid songs.....



"Oh, I love Hank in the morning and I love Hank at night.
Oh, I love Hank, yes I love Hank, when the stars are shining bright.

Oh, I love Hank in the spring time
and I love Hank in the fall.

But last night on the back porch
I loved Hank best of all!!!"

Oh, well. At least THIS time she's singin' 'bout ME.

Yep. Mmmhmm.

It's my birfday

Hey, y'all:





Yep, it's my birfday. I am elevuhn years old tuhday! Now by my calc-uh-lations, that makes me seventy-seven in human years, and I shoulda been gittin' a check from the government fer the past twelve years! Uh, wait a minute......I wasn't even borned twelve years ago. Aw, hail, fergit THAT idea.


Anyhoo, it's hotter than hail here in Indy tuhday so I'm just gonna take it easy.





Dad, can't just us GUYS hang out tuhday?

No such luck. Me an' O'Mally went fer our baths tuhday.






BUTT.......you know whut birthdays mean. PBR an' CAKE!!!

Nom, nom, nom, slurp, smack............BURP. Dang, that's some gooood cake!

Yep. Mmmhmm.

WHO'S YER DADDY?!?!?!?

Yep. Mmmhmm.

Go 'way, kid.....ya bother me.

Yep. Mmmhmm.

Zero - zero. Molly - FIFTY!!!

Hi, everybody!

Molly O'Mally here!



We had an overnight guest this weekend.....Zero the French Bulldog.





Zero was surrendered to the French Bulldog Rescue Network and needed to get from Chicago to Tennesee! Aunt Shannon gave mommy a jingle since mommy was headed down to Kentucky on Saturday for KPR's Pugapalooza; Zero's new foster mom in Tennesee drove up to KY to get him.


Since he's a young little guy (13 months!), I told Hanky no dirty jokes or offering PBR. We really WERE on our best behavior!





I offered him a rest in my bed.....




and invited him to sit in the recliner with our daddy....




Hank eventually made his way over to chat up Zero....





Well! Before we knew it, young Zero proved to be a disrespectful little whipper snapper who needed a great big KNOT jerked in his tail!!!




"WHOA! Hold up, junior! All I said was the MTV an' vidyuh games will rot yer brain!"



Listen here, Sonny! I may be old and half blind and half deaf, but I can kick, stretch and KICK! And NOBODY treats my Bubby like that!!!

SHUH SHAHHHHH!!!!!!!!




It's okay, Bubby.....I'll protect you.







What are YOU lookin' at???

You want a piece of THIS?!?!?!?