I've always liked Christopher Walken. He is actually a dancer... I saw a commercial he had shot just recently that he is MARVELOUS in. I mean, the guy's not young. And he was
hoofin' it. Were we talking about banning Christopher Walken? 'Cause that would be a BAD idea. Walken good. Yes.
And I like Josh Groban. So sue me. NO banning Josh.
I like Dawn, too.
What would I ban? Several types of insects, actually. Ticks, fleas, chiggers, deer flies, mosquitoes, etc. What's the deal with those things? I came back from Georgia this time with about 30 bug bites. They itched for days. I mean, take your blood if you have to, but do you have to inject something that itches for DAYS? Nope, you're banned. That's over the line.
And Ang honey, "bass" is a fish. You need a little flat boat, and a funny hat, and a lot of beer to go bass fishing, but I hear it's fun.
As I am sure I have told you before, I spent a fair amount of time in Georgia as a kid. Visiting friends and former neighbors etc.
I was barely a teen back then, but I still remember most of it pretty clearly. I have a lot of good memories of the people and style of life there.
Maybe that is part of the reason I have such an affinity for certain people from a certain neck of the woods.
Anyway one of the not so pleasant memories I have from Geeee-or-ja, came after my last visit there.
The place I was visiting (Jasper County...man Georgia has loads of counties...most in the country) was maybe a half hour or an hour outside of Macon. To this day it barely has over 10,00 people and is quite rural.
I remember taking quite a few strolls into the deep, and I mean deep woods, armed with our bb guns in search of prey.
The sighting of one king snake was enough to make us turn tail and run.
Anyway from the perspective of a suburban kid from Massachusetts, I may as well have been in deepest darkest Africa.
About 3 weeks after I got back home, I remember bathing in the tub. Probably floating my boats or whatever rather than washing, but I remember feeling a bump on my extreme inner thigh. About a whisker away from the not fully developed family jools.
I'll spare you most of the gory details, but they included a burning hot needle and a rather well fed bloated tick of unusually large proportions.
I won't go into the amount of days it took to insure all of the body parts of said tick were removed, nor the writhing pain. Just be assured I am totally with you on the banning ticks thing.
Mmmmyeah.