Last year I called Mt. Carmel The Twilight Zone--and not the Edward Cullen variety, the doo doo doo doo variety.
I've had some issues with that little blink-and-you'll-miss-it town. BIG TIME!
But that was before I looked at it with my big girl eyeballs. My big girl eyeballs sweat a lot more than my little girl eyeballs. In fact they got quite a work out this past weekend when I went back in time for a few days.
Maybe if I pretend none of you are here I can write about it truthfully.
Because I just can't think about it today.
Today alls I can think about is this funny sign I captured moments before I entered Mt. Carmel.
Can someone please call David Letterman?
I hope you don't let this sign give you the wrong impression of small town Utah. My gut is on the father-forgive-them-for-they-know-not-what-they-just-wrote side of the fence.
I mean, this town don't even have a Hooters.
hee hee hee
Be back tomorrow with more Twilight Zone.