Tuesday, May 06, 2008

You know you live in Mayberry when at dinner one night your
oldest son calmly picks 3 or 4 ticks off himself during
the course of the repast, and you further confirm your
residency when no one else even pauses in their eating and

Everyone was hoping that the long, cold winter we had would
cut back on the bugs, but I think that is it is an old wives
tale that this happens. The bugs are just there--always and
ever and forevermore.

1 comment:

Amiable Impressions......... said...

Unless of course - you throw in the flooding AND according to every good Ripley Countian that ALWAYS makes them worse. ;)