 It's 6 o'clock on Friday evening. Mama doesn't know she's sleeping. Just a huge screener slapping rubber screen. And here's a family local country station just blaring on the radio. Speaking up at 7 and they're heading to the rodeo. Mama's on the front porch screaming, I don't want to. Will you better get your head in back and never fall. 9 o'clock, the show is ending, but the fun is just beginning. She knows he's anticipating, but she's going to keep it wet. Grab a pot and eat it in their head.