The Hot Flashes Page #7
keep up with the state champs.
But this game...
your game...
it's only half over.
Anything can happen
in the second half.
I know this has been hard
on some of ya.
But I also know that you
can rise to the occasion.
Look.
People have been sayin' to me,
you know, those gals of mine,
they're good for their age.
I tell 'em they're wrong.
Those gals of mine,
they are good for any age.
So now, let's get back
out there and-and...
make fun of their acne!
Yeah!
Beth. We can't win this without ya.
Get your head in the game.
Ball's in.
Take it to the hole.
You never did much of that during
our marriage, now, did ya?
Yeah, yeah.
Denied. How's that feel, huh?
Was that good for you?
It was good for me.
You got it, Beth.
- Yes!
- Yeah! There you go.
Whoo!
Injury time-out.
Okay.
Morn!
Mom, are you okay? I'm okay.
I'm all right.
You Okay?
All right, let's go, ladies.
Come on.
All right.
Everybody take a seat.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
We need ya out there.
I'm okay.
Roxie.
Okay, ladies, it's
comin' down to the wire.
You're doin' great. We can do this!
Just remember. You gotta rebound, Roxie.
Rebound, rebound, rebound.
Beth, you keep lookin'
for your shot, all right?
Florine, you drive to that basket.
Clementine. Nice leg warmers.
Thanks, Coach.
Remember, Ginger. Butt in the gut.
Butt in the gut.
Got it, Coach.
Morrey. How'd you like
to go out to dinner?
I'd like that.
Okay. All right.
All right, here's what we're
gonna do, okay? Ready?
Now what's gonna happen is, Florine's gonna
take the ball in, drive down the lane.
- Ginger, I want you to sit up and post.
- Why did you do that?
Accidents happen.
Daddy!
Millie did the nasty with
Glenn at the lake last week.
The day after he gave you his ring.
Then she did Bo...
while you were at
the Fun Run Friday.
And I don't even know the correct
term for what she and John Ray did...
while you were teachin'
Bible school.
Oops. Did I say that
out loud?
- Accidents happen.
- Why, you little...
Ball.
Give me the ball!
Hey, I'm Open!
I'm Open!
Go! Go, go, go, go, go!
Get in there, Millie.
Aha! Yes, yes! Yeah.
Yes! You got it.
- Come on, Flashes!
- Go!
Come on, Flashes. Get back, get back.
Get your hands up.
All right.
Go, go, go!
Defense!
Come on!
Pass that ball.
Butterball!
Oh!
Whoo! Yeah!
Daddy!
Oh, there she is. Mmm.
You did such a good job.
You did.
But we lost. I know, but he's here.
It doesn't always go the way we...
He's not going away anymore.
He's gonna be working here now.
- Daddy, really?
- Yeah.
I've missed you so much.
Beth.
Good game.
I'm so proud of you.
How come you didn't come to the
game until the fourth quarter?
You didn't end it with her.
She ended it with you.
What difference does it make who ended it?
It's over.
It's a big difference.
Give me the keys.
Give me the car keys.
You can find your own way home.
It is over.
Beth, face it.
You can't make it all alone.
At your age?
You're right.
I can't.
But I'm not alone.
Hey. Looking good.
Hey, Beth.
Thanks. Bye.
Florine, that is a great picture.
Next stop, governor.
Now that you're an elected
official, can you do something...
about that annoying pothole
down by the church?
I'm sorry.
But Kayla Rash is here to stay.
Bless her heart.
Beth, how is Jocelyn
doin' off at college?
Oh, good. I miss her.
That's the
way it's supposed to be.
In fact, that's gonna be
the title of my next blog.
"Tools For Goin' It Alone."
You might wanna rethink that title.
talkin' about vibrators.
'cause she's an expert.
And proud of it.
Mmm.
Y'all believe that my little Web site
is actually turnin' a nice profit?
Well, how could you lose
with that name?
BethWon'tShutUp.com.
Sort of says it all.
Uh-huh.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh, y'all.
- Ah, y'all.
Would you look at that.
Ooh!
Shall we?
Mm-mm-mm!
they're livin' together.
Guess they decided to eat
supper before they say grace.
You know what they say?
Once you go small...
- You never go tall.
- Mm-hmm.
Who says that?
Nobody says that.
We say it.
Yeah.
- Don't.
- Don't.
Yee-haw! Howdy, folks.
How you doin'?
We all love Tess.
Motherfu...
I trusted that it's not gonna hit her.
Ready. Ready.
Ooh.
A camera with no filter.
I'm worried.
I'm okay.
Oh, my God!
Look, I'm in a box.
Oh, man.
I can't get out.
Whoo!
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