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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Whew-wee, I'm tared!



Whew-wee, I'm tared. That's what my MawMaw used to say. I don't even know how to spell that word "tared," but that's country-talk for "tired". Somehow "tired" just doesn't convey how I'm feeling, but "tared" does.

I really don't know why I'm tired. I'm healthy. I've had help with things at The Way Home lately. For instance, my good friend Jessie came yesterday and mowed the yard (and for those of you who have visited with us, you know we have a large yard here). We do have a new baby in the house, but her Mommy is doing a great job and she's requiring little energy from me.

Maybe I'm "tared" because I stay awake at night writing my thoughts down for the whole world to read. Hummm...

Anyway, I ran across this cartoon recently which describes how I'm feeling. I'm sure many of you ladies can relate...

I think I'll go to bed now.
"Night-night! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!" as MawMaw used to say!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Are you tared...and feathered?

Jeff knew a girl that talked real country and she used to say all the time "um tared" meaning I'm tired. He would whisper under his breath "and feathered".