Miss Birdie and the Show

Well, what about that show last night, Lizzie Beth honey? The folks here was a little ill with me after the other one -- the one where that hateful orange-faced, yaller-haired feller, which I don't believe that's his natural color a tall, was prowling around while Miss Hillary was talking, making faces and interrupting after she had sat all polite and quiet whilst he was going on. I got so put out with the way that he was doing that one time whilst she was talking and he was creeping up behind her, I kindly forgot it was on the TV and I hollered "Look out, honey, he's right behind you!" and flung my water cup at him.

There weren't but a little water in it and it didn't do no harm but the nurse come and talked with me about how I had ought to behave if I wanted to watch the show last night. So I promised to do my best but said maybe they had ought to make sure I didn't have nothing in reach but for the button I mash if I need someone. 
Him and me both done better last night. He didn't prowl around and I didn't throw nothing. But, lord have mercy, didn't no one ever teach him not to interrupt all the time? His mama had ought to have slapped him twist-legged back when he was a young un. I admire Miss Hillary for not back-handing him when he kept butting in on her and calling her names. She's a strong one.

And when that referee feller asked would each of them go by what the voters had said, win  or lose, and he said that would depend on what happened -- I tell you, Lizzie Beth, I never heard of such a thing. Just like a spoiled young un who sees he's losing a checkers games and will dash the board and pieces to the ground rather than admit he lost. But this ain't no game. It's our country and our government and our votes. His folks sure done a bad job not to teach him better.  My vote? Oh, don't worry. I already put in for voting by mail. The quicker I can send in my vote for Miss Hillary, the better.