Dearest Redneck Son,



I'm writing this slow because I know you can't read fast.

We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read

in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles

of your home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the

address because the last West Virginia family that lived

here took the house numbers when they moved so they

wouldn't have to change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine.

I'm not sure about it. I put a load of clothes in and

pulled the chain. We haven't seen them since.

The weather isn't bad here. It only rained twice last week;

the first time for three days and the second time for four

days.

About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob

said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the

buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Bubba locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really

worried because it took him two hours to get me and your

father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven't found out

what it is yet so I don't know if you are an aunt or uncle.

The baby looks just like your brother.

Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. Some men

tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We

had him cremated, he burned for three days.

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck.

Butch was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to

safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They

drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.

There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much out

of the normal has happened.

Your Favorite Aunt,



Mom

Thank's. Great laugh for a Saturday moning!

used to have that one on a post card once

good one

Yee Hawwwwwwwwww!!