Like a G6?
(Just to keep you all updated on the progress of my novel, the rejection count: 6.)
Today I am looking so forward to my upcoming vacation that I have already begun packing. Or simulating packing. I have already dragged out the large piece of dusty luggage that I hope to take half empty and bring back completely full. I love shopping in the US because when the sales are on, the gettin's good.
I will be travelling to Alabama first, to visit my mother and her side of the family. They are in the deep south and so it will be a pleasant change from the norm. I get images in my head of a canoe, denim bib overalls, cane rocking chairs on a porch with people sitting in them chewing on pieces of straw. James Dickey's Deliverance. But I know it won't be like that. Dueling banjos are just a myth, right? Right? It has been many, many years since I have seen my mom and so it will be a reunion of sorts. I wonder if I have been so British-fied that I will be lost in such Americanness; having survived for so long on PG tips and scones I don't know if I can go back to any other diet. (Oh wait, there's a Cracker Barrel? Yes!)
Complete with a raccoon
The BEST Buttermilk pancakes in the entire world
If I loved Cracker Barrel any more than I do now, I would not HESITATE to have it inked into my skin.
However I am not that brave. Perhaps it is only because having a large leaf of lettuce, mashed potatoes with butter and gravy, and a hearty slice of meatloaf permanently on my thigh would just make me hungry all the time. I just don't think my stomach could handle that. Plus, then I'd have to have other chain restaurants exhibited on my skin as well, like Olive Garden, Bravo's, Burger King and Pizza Hut. It would just never end.
Ah, Southern hospitality is the best.