Old Lady Smalls

The other day, I was sleeping in to 6:30 because it was a weekend, and I decided to treat myself, when I was woken up by a horrible booming sound of rocks on my tin roof that could only be those dang kids in my yard again, throwing stones at my tree to steal lemons. I let my dog out, who chased them away and cackled before I got to work on my new quilt.

You kids today and your internet references I don't understand, and your Ga Gas, and iPads- in my day, we had phones that made calls dagnabit.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND TWITTER