Is that by your house? Cause, ya know, I have this whole thing for grave stones and... sooner or later I WILL visit. Really. And I wanna go cemetary hopping.
I'm a 40-something working mom suffering from occasional memory loss, which may or may not be attributed to Mad Cow disease, and a terminal case of sarcasm. I live in the hills of southern West Virginia with my teenage daughter and our various animals. I love to watch movies, read, hang out with my daughter, putter in the flower bed, blog, have nerdathons and practice the immobile arts with the Pookster.
Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
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lookie! pretty flowahs from paige, cuz she wuvs me
See, when the Yankees marched through Alabama, they tried to destroy our metal-formin' capabilities by placin' barrels of powder underneath the anvils. Of course,all that managed to do was blow 'em sky-high for a few seconds. So... in honor of that act of stupidity, we get together every year to re-create it for the tourists.
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Ah, great cosmic irony...
Is that by your house? Cause, ya know, I have this whole thing for grave stones and... sooner or later I WILL visit. Really. And I wanna go cemetary hopping.
*watches Kay change her address...*
That's not irony, it's redundance.
*smile*
Perfect spot for a rave party though....
It wouldn't be so crazy if it didn't stop outside of a cemetery.
Aw, now I'm depressed.
But it does look like a nice place to play ball.
:^) Anna
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