Future Peppers...The continuing saga of Bevy Brat, November 2002
Oh dear...Bevy's in trouble...she has been painting all day. And Tommy is working his butt off. He rushes around, fixing people's furnaces, doing everything for everyone in Brewster until he collapses in a pitiful heap at the end of the day.
We bought a house last week. That was a good idea. The roof is half off, the roof is half on; the half that was half off blew away. The ceiling is coming down next, then some walls, lets move the bathroom over there. We are very energenic for people our age. Our duckies are scattered all over the place, some are in Brewster, some are in South Dennis and my Tweety is too tired to find me at the end of the day.
And every time Bevy Brat gets frustrated, she buys more yarn. Yesterday she want right off the deep end and bought nine jars of paint, and today, instead of cleaning her house or packing some of her endless balls of yarn in a box to be moved next week, she painted a basket of flowers. What did she do that for?
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