is where we are headed. I don’t think I’ve mentioned before that Mr. Big Food is a Texan. My in-laws anointed me an Honorary Texan. These tidbits explain our appreciation of Big Stuff.
Blogging will be sporadic, as we are driving.* The trip is not too long, just over nine hours driving time; I’m sure we’ll have some radio and reading.** But the problem is, once I hit the Texas border, I’m inclined to think we’re almost there. I think this every time. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Texas is BIG.
Take me back to (old) Texas
I highly recommend driving across The United States of America, in whole or in parts. Either way, be sure to pass through The Big Sovereign State of Texas. Do this before it’s too late.
DISCLAIMER: Know the law of the state you are in. In which you are.
* (flying) & **(reading) below the fold
*I refuse to fly. I refuse to subject myself to what’s involved with making my way through an airport and boarding an aeroplane. I just refuse. There was a time in my life when I loved boarding an aeroplane and taking off. It was thrilling, knowing I’d be some place new, with Mr. Big Food, when the plane landed. Those days are gone, at least for now.
Now we a just two people who own a farm are making payments on a Farm in Mississippi.
Now we a just two people who have a lake on the piece of property we and our lender own.
In just a few years, I’ll really be able to use only first person pronouns to refer to this piece of property and the stuff on it.
Ha. I have fish in my lake and you don’t even have a lake. That’s lame. You don’t have a lake.
**Mr. Kant sent 50 pages on something he & I talked about. Gotta love those Kantians.