"I said yeah! yeah! yeah! Atlanta, got to get back to you" --Little Feat

What up, Blog Monkeys?

I've missed you. My bad.*

Just came back from a trip to Georgia. A few thoughts from the trip.

My latest conspiracy theory...

Am I the only one that thinks the airlines pump drugs through the air system to keep us docile on flights? Think about it. Much like the surgeon will chat about meaningless stuff with you while you're slowly losing consciousness, the stews talk to you about flight safety while the drugs are kicking in. As if flight safety was a real thing. *derisive snort* Totally filler, right? Just a distraction until your eyelids get to that appropriate droop. And then, then! towards the end of the flight, there's always that sudden whoosh of air through those nozzles and your fog starts to clear. What were they pumping through before that? Hmmmm? See what I mean? I'm not complaining, mind you. It helps with the tedium. Plus, I like the talking squirrels. I'm just waiting to see how they'll charge us for it.

On Southern pleasantries...

Me: You know they greet you when you walk into stores here.
Hubs: Yes.
Me: It's like they're letting you know they see you; they're watching you.
Hubs: Don't try anything.
Me: Exactly.

Because, carpet-bagging, fast-talking, northernish type that I am, I wouldn't just assume they're being friendly. Even though, that's probably exactly what they're doing.

Just to throw me off.

Question du jour uno: Ever start a rumor just to see how far it'll go?

Question du jour dos: Is Piggly Wiggly the best name for a store ever?


* I'd explain how I've been wanting to post lately but haven't had time but then I'd be one of those lame bloggers who posts about not having time to post. We hate those people, right?