An Almost Post
Sorry, too enthralled feeding the fire, eating leftovers, and fiddling with Facebook to do any actual blogging.
The only problem with vacations is that you have to come back from them. Behind-er than ever.
Feeling so very, very whiny, besides.
I hate it when seasons end, even if another one is starting. (Plus also, so totally not fair that only a 12 year old can be 5′6″ and a size 2 at the same time)
Though our little part of Knoxville is not without its seasonal charms. What the heck are boiled peanuts (or fried pork rinds, or moon pies, or okra generally) you might ask? Take my advice: Remain In Ignorance on These Things, Grasshopper.
