Don’t Hate Me

I wasn’t going again. Honest. But seriously, people, it’s hot. I mean, squirrels-knocking-on-the-window-to-get-in hot.

So it was either stick around the ATL with the Beneficent Mr. Hall (and the knocking squirrels) or zip to my parents’ house, a couple blocks from sand and surf.

And so I’ve stocked the fridge with watermelon and popsicles. I’m sure Mr. Hall and any Junior Halls stuck lucky enough to be around the homestead will be fine.

But I suspect I will be finer.

P.S. I had a coherent thought or two before my brain cells dehydrated.  I shared it over at The Muffin. Maybe if’s there’s a good breeze on the beach, I’ll have another brilliant thought in a day or two. But if I were you, I’d just check out The Muffin and take a nap.

Friday’s Fun Find: Museum of Hoaxes

When I was a kid, I loved those Ripley’s Believe It or Not comic books. I eventually visited one of the museums and I am not gonna lie. I thought it was pretty cool–the Junior Halls, not so much. But the point is, I love hoaxes and such and I love museums. So when I saw the Museum of Hoaxes, well, I was all over that like mud on a hog.

(Actually, I have no idea why I’d use that expression. I grew up a block away from a city bus route…)

Anyway, it’s time to find Friday’s Fun and I’m going with the Museum of Hoaxes. Really, it’s more fun than a barrel of monkeys!

(Actually, I have no personal experience with a barrel of monkeys, but still…)