Mom!! MOM!! MOM!!!

I get to go home today!!

Like I told Stilly, Mom, I'm tired of thin women in spike-heel patent leather boots walking around with grossly overweight men and people in cheap fake cowboy hats and mostly, Mom, I'm tired of wannabees. I can't escape the sound of fountains and waterfalls and they won't let me tickle a catfish out of the fake stream (they're real -- and decent-sized -- catfish and carp) and clean it and nail its head to a post to skin it like Willy Nelson said to do and make a fire and cook it either. And the building with a sign on it for Gibson guitars and mandolins sells cheap souvenirs!!! and has plastic statues of two horses standing on their hind legs holding what I think are ukuleles and wearing straw hats.

Right after lunch, Mom. Right after lunch.