I'm in Panguitch again! Gotsta get me another philly cheesesteak on pita bread for the ride home.
I woulda blogged while I was on my blog across southern Utah tour, but there's no wireless in Mt. Carmel. I woulda called too, but there's no cell phone service either.
Peeps, can I just say my trip to reconcile my painful past was perfect. I'm all reconciled out and I can hardly wait to tell you/show you all the ironicities of my life. The most poignant being that my great great grandmother Mary Ellen, who first lived in that hundred year old house in which I was reconciling myself silly, poked her eye out chopping wood.
What are the chances? Huh? huh? huh?
I mean, fer reals, she must roll over in her grave every time I blog about poking someone's eye out.
Another ironicity: My great great grandfather Thomas loved to do the Irish Jig. He and my hub would've gotten along swimmingly! I wonder if he could air guitar simultaneously.
I have MUCH to tell, but my battery is about to die so gotsta go.
P.S. I just ordered my philly cheesesteak. The Subway girl still has her hickey, but she claims she don't have no pita bread.
I had to put her in a strangle hold until she admitted they have pita bread.
At least I didn't poke her eye out.