Miss Peach’s Perfect Day
Well, first off, I want to thank you all for your enthusiasm and your suggestions. I’ll admit, I’m nervous. Leo said he would never let me do this kind of thing, and I don’t want to lose my job (again). Anyway, it’s hard to imagine a perfect day without catching a gator, but I’ll sure try my best.
If any day is going to be perfect, it’s got to start off at about 10am. Now I’m a simple girl, but I need my beauty sleep, and if I don’t get it I can be a little ornery. Eight hours of sleep is hardly enough for a lady with my beauty. That’s how beauty sleep works, you see, the more beautiful you are, the more sleep you need. Did I mention that instead of an alarm, I’d have my private masseuse wake me up with a gentle foot massage?
“You think my feet look bad? You should see Leo’s”
I’d walk downstairs to a small breakfast of pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits, and freshly squeezed cow milk. I’d sit at the breakfast nook while Leo tells me about his morning milking the cows, playing with Doggy, and preparing my breakfast. We sure have come a long way since the days I thought he was trying to kill me.
Now as you all know, I’m a hard-working girl, so I couldn’t spend my perfect day just lounging around. Like I always told my Sunday school classes, idle hands are the devil’s playground. I’d just have to put in an honest day’s work and catch a few gators. I know Leo said I couldn’t talk about that but damn it it’s the Lord’s will. Since it’s my perfect day, we’ll say I catch around 327 of them (a girl can dream) before I turn the fan boat around and head on home. I’d spend the rest of the night cooking them up on the bonfire and sipping on a few bottles of whiskey (don’t you worry, the good Lord already told me whiskey is ok by Him).
The only thing better than gator over a bonfire is wild boar and possum soup.
Maybe you’re thinking “But Miss Peach, this is the most boring perfect day ever.” Well sister, that’s just too bad. You asked for it so now you got it so don’t go hassling me about what I should do on my perfect day! You let me be with my gators and foot massages and gin. Or was it rum..?
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What is a B e o t c h ? It’s a great perfect day, for Miss Peach.
A beotch the same than a bitch, but you shouldn’t call bitch a girlfriend, is not nice, so you call her beotch.
Oops, sorry Miss Peach!
It’s ok, I know nobody would call me such a thing on purpose. Except Leo but that’s a different story…
Alright Miss Peach … fess up …. give us a whiskey brand.
I would say is Moonshine but she may disagree.
Whiskey!? I’m not sure where you might have gotten such an idea, but I can assure you that I am too much of a lady to drink!
Buuuut if I just had to choose one, it’d most definitely be anything on the bottom shelf. No need to spend good money on something I won’t remember!
To each his (or her) own is what I say! That is a most interesting foot (and leg) and I must say your masseuse certainly has a challenge every morning. Wondering if you have any gator skin boots in your shoe closet…..not to mention what size you’d have to wear to accommodate those interesting feet !
Pam
That’s my foot, I don’t know how she got it there, can’t remember taking that pic. My toenails look nice on red, red suits my hobbit foot.
Ah haaaaa! Nice slippers Leo! Obviously Miss Peach has access to your feet and one must wonder what other parts of your anatomy she has access to.
Pam
Ohhh the very thought!!!
Ha! As if Leo could be so lucky. I asked Doggy to snap the photo for me — I can always count on him.
No wonder you have … problems … with drinking freshly milked milk – terrible .. but all beauty queens have their own tricks – Cleopatra was taking bath in milk and honey – maybe that is one for you.*smile
I personally like fresh milk, from the cow to my mouth (using a cup of course) all the foam that forms when you milk a cow, steamy, full of bugs that I you are not ready are gonna kill you, I just love it! Once you boil it loses the magic. I can’t do goat milk tho.
It’s too rich .. nothing wrong with the flavor … only too rich for me – but I don’t drink milk, it gives me a mucous feeling in the mouth .. just like beer does. But I love milk in my coffee.
Funny, cuz I can’t stand beer, the smell makes me sick, but I don’t mind cooking with it.
I will admit, freshly milked milk is an acquired taste!
I like her slippers!!! …and what’s with the leftovers from the cooked gators?
Those are my slippers Easy, and she’s gotta explain how she got that pic.
they are cool – like it!!!!
I’m generous, so I would offer the extra gator to all the neighborhood kids
“We sure have come a long way since the days I thought he was trying to kill me.” This is love, y’all. I’m a little sad I didn’t think of it, maybe include it in my wedding vows
The point is that it was mutual, I thought she was a serial killer, like the prostitute from on which the movie Monster was based on.
It’s just like Beauty and the Beast: “Just a little change / Small to say the least / Both a little scared” and then by the end of it all, he’s not a monster anymore and we live happily ever after.
Brava, Miss Peach. Anything by a bonfire is bound to be perfect! Be careful of all those gators. Watch you toes.
Thank you! And don’t you worry, the gators will have to be careful of me!
I LOVE your perfect day, except for the gator catching and cooking nonsense. Scotch, plenty of beauty sleep and Leo cooking what sounds like my ideal meal – I’m right there with you.
Well, you can take the girl out of the swamp, but you can’t take the swamp out the girl I always say. But I’m glad we’re on the same page with the beauty sleep and breakfast!
I must tell mummy about the beauty sleep thing…
She will love you for it. I think it’s even worth an extra treat or two.
Huzzah for Miss Peach! One person’s perfect day is another person’s bore. So what. I like feeding marshmallows to alligators, but I’ve never tried to catch one.
Catching gators isn’t for the faint of heart, but it’s the thrill of it that really gets me, never knowing if you’ll lose a limb or not.
Beauty sleep IS important…can’t do without enough
Miss Peach eats a lot for breakfast! I bet her breakfast lasts till lunch or so.
Grandma always said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day!
Well, despite the fact that she’s eating alligators, I will succumb to my kind side, and ask Leo to give you another chance, Miss Peach. Just please, try to leave the poor old gators alone, ‘kay? There’s always their reptilian half-brothers, who are ALWAYS worthy of consumption due to their low IQs. After all, how many times have you heard somebody say something stupid, and replied “What a croc!”?
I sure do appreciate the second chance. Send some crocs over my way and I’ll take care of them for you!
Sorry, good lady, I don’t have any, they’re all in the grocery stars in the butter aisle. (What, you’ve never heard of Country Croc?
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I don’t think Miss.Peach’s foot looks bad, her thinking on the other hand…lol
My feet are much prettier than those ugly things in the post! Those are Leo’s!
oooops…heehee, of course!
What on earth are you going to do with 327 gators?
Well, if we’re still talking about my perfect day, I’d eat at least 2 or 3. The others? I’m a generous lady, so I’ll share with the neighborhood kids.
Oh. Okay.
But you didn’t ask the most important question – where do you find slippers like that!?
That’s a great question. They’re actually Leo’s so we’ll see if he has any answers for us. I have to say, he has good taste in things like that. Ages ago he stole a nice water bottle for me while I was in Spain. I still use it even to this day.
Great job Miss Peach. Now I will be craving gator for the rest of the night… thanks a lot!
Thanks! I’m glad to see another gator lover around here!
Miss Peach you are a definite keeper but please go easy on the gators they are an endangered species !
Gin, rum, whiskey…yeah sounds like a great perfect day to me
P.S. what lovely feet you have, Leo!
Those are some feet Miss Peach!
Everyone deserves a second chance