I may have to take another vacation just to catch up on all my blogroll reading.
Two conversations I had while in West Virginia:
Me: "Excuse me, do you have the time?"
Kwiky Stop clerk: "Fer whut?"
while using Mom's I.D. to pay for stamps with a check:
Postal clerk: "This doesn't look like you."
Me: "Ever see that show "Nip/Tuck"? "
Postal clerk: "Oh.... okay."
Things I Saw On My Summer Vacation:
1. A sign in front of a Pentacostal Church that said "Flee Fornication!"
2. A teddy bear nailed to a stump in someone's front yard.
3. Two women at a flea market, standing ten feet apart, using walkie-talkies to communicate with each other.
4. A twenty-five pound, one-eyed housecat named "Bubbie".
5. The "Last Supper" made entirely of macaroni and nail heads.
6. Gravy on every menu.
The good news: After not blogging for so long, my fingers are rejuvenated and fresh.
The bad news: My blog alignment is all wonky, thus requiring multiple posts that quite likely will have little or no real content value to force it into the prefered structure.
Brace yourselves, it's going to be a bumpy.... er, bumpy thing.
Well, I survived. And without increasing my police record local reputation, so aren't you all just proud of me?
In ratio terms, it was a good visit.... 3 weeks great to 1 week hell.
Of course I took notes. Just because I'm missing the machinery to post doesn't mean the mental posting ever stops.
Glad to be back home, in my own little fromage.
And yes, I missed you.
Still visiting here in West Virginia.
Have not worn shoes since I got here.
Also have not married any cousins.
However, have developed close relationship with livestock.
Have been to WalMart over 25 times so far.
This is called "local social life".
Have learned to can beans.
Canned over 163 quarts of beans.
Now hate beans.
Will return to Maison Fromage and usual bloggy ways sometime within 3 weeks.
Mom says hi, y'all.