It's been kind of windy around here today so I was out trying to fly a kite. I'd pull on the sting and it would get up in the air a ways and then it would come crashing down to the ground. I tried that about three or four times with the same result.
About the fourth time Carole opened the kitchen window and yelled, "What you need is a piece of tail."
I stood there dumbfounded and finally said to her, "Woman, would you please make up your cotton pickin' mind. Last night you told me to go fly a kite."
Dee
