So Lizzie’s busily at work on her landscape project at a huge home in Jackson Hole with a view to die for (pictures will be coming). The redneck danger seems to have passed for the moment. Well, except for the “Gardener’s Ass” she has — that’s instead of “Plumber’s Crack.” She says she has a helluva tan on her upper bum right now!
Luckily, she’s enjoying beautiful summer days, crystal clear views of the Tetons, hillsides of gooseberries and afternoon thunderstorms that dump painful hail on all, and leave behind not just rainbows, but double rainbows. Didn’t you just love those when you were a kid? Seeing one was like getting a double scoop ice cream cone. And imagine how many gold coins are at the end of TWO rainbows!
Lizzie swears her infamous Jesus is my Homeboy T-shirt inspired a nearby homeowner to plant a Christ figure in their yard. hmmmm…We’ll see when the picture comes. Oh, and the JC Penney store? It actually DOES say MOTHER store right on the sign. Picture coming of that, too.
Did you figure out what JC stands for? Well, his godfearing parents couldn’t have named him any better…Little James Cash Penney went on to make millions…and make shopping a fruitful experience for us all. And Penney’s still has its catalog…
Ok, back to trying not to fry in this 100 degree heat. Where’s some hail when you need it?
Oh Deb U Taunt 
I may have been absent the day this was explained, but why is Debbi writing about Lizzie? Shouldn’t Debbi write about, well, her own quite interesting life? Can’t Lizzie blog for herself? This Boswellian relationship has me perplexed!
Ah, I’ll get to me shortly. Need to warm up with fun tales of others for a while! My topic is going to be the fun of unearthing my family treasures — the photos and memorbilia of my clan of Swedes going back to the 1700’s…They were a mighty lot…
Thank you Miss Debbi. I understand now. Also? Grandpa Johnson was straight outta Sweden, so we may be cousins eleventeen times removed.