Aren't you proud of me that I can spell Mississippi? What I'm most proud of is that now I know how much this state was damaged by the hurricane last year. It's a very overlooked fact.
But right now I still have the rental van to turn in and I won't tell you how long it's been since I washed my hair. Give me a day's grace and I'll have something more intelligible to say tomorrow morning.
We had a great time. Everything went well until the last three hours when Insterstate 20 stopped dead. It was one of those wrecks that involved a eighteen-wheeler, a tanker truck and a camper and a fire. We were sitting on the freeway long enough that people got out to walk their dogs and grab a smoke. We went to the other car in our caravan and traded off trail mix then Ila went to the car behind us and offered him some. Turned out he was chewing tobacco and had to decline. He did offer Ila some chew, which I thought was nice. Traffic jams are what you make them.
I'll be back tommorow. Watch this space.
About Me
- Jane
- I'm pretty much a typist for the Holy Spirit. I try to put those things into words in a blog called Jane's Journey. I have another blog for recipes called My Life in Food. Also Really Cool Stuff features Labyrinths and other things like how to fry an egg on the sidewalk.(first step: don't do it on the sidewalk, use a skillet) Come along with me as I careen through life.
1 comment:
The one memory of my Great-Grandmother imprinted on my mind is her teaching me to spell Mississippi: "M-I-Crooked Letter-Crooked Letter-I-Crooked Letter-Crooked Letter-I-Humpback-Humpback-I". I've never forgotten that and I must have been 7 or 8 years old when she taught me that.
Can't wait to hear the rest of the story!
VB
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