That's me there, on the left, alongside my late husband, Lester. He mistook a tuning fork for a pitchfork, and there we were, me left with the farm and the bills and all.

Then my children all run out on me, leaving behind their brats, to go make some dot com startups, whatever those were.

My arthritis has bursitis, so I'm left with doin' hog yellers for a livin'.

Me and the eight grandchildren ate the last of the gnus last Sunday.

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