Sunday, May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day to my beautiful, beautiful momma. Thank you for destroying your rocking chair with a hacksaw to free my leg when I got it stuck that one time when I was little. Thank you for beating all of those yellow jackets off of me and Vicki when we stumbled upon their nest while playing in the woods years ago. And thank you for never ever letting me use electric hedge trimmers. I'm pretty sure that it is because of your vigilance that I today have my life and all of my appendages.
And Happy Mother's Day to my dear Gran, God rest her soul. If it wasn't for her, I don't think I would have the especially green thumb that I possess, nor would I have knowledge of the magical healing powers of Epsom Salts. From mange to boils, an Epsom Salt bath will take care of it.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Also on the Oklahoma City trip, Slim and I noticed a sign for a place called Biscuit Hill. Since I failed to note where Biscuit Hill was located in my little-black-book-of-stuff-I-don't-want-to-forget, we can safely assume that it was somewhere between Oklahoma City and Gadsden. All that I recall was the following: Eric and I both spotted the sign at the same time. Eric made some comment about Biscuit Hill that I took to be disparaging (it was a setup, I'm sure). I feigned a bristled defense of Biscuit Hill, and responded with, "Don't be disrespectful of Biscuit Hill. A lot of biscuits died up there." To which Eric replied, "Yeah, I've heard word of the First Apple Butter Regiment being outflanked by the Orange Marmelade Irregulars back in 1863..." Does he save that stuff up for special occasions?
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
On our way to Oklahoma City a couple of weeks ago, Eric and I passed through Corinth, MS. As we got down the road, we wondered if folks ever got cited for using Doric or Ionic columns on their houses in Corinth...just wondered.