"I can't wait to get out of this town."

Another day in Pleasantville. I took this picture the other day while on a bike ride. I love Savannah. It is the most beautiful city. I could never live here. The people down here love their gossip, unlike the north where we say it how it is and to your face! If the social life wasn't as ugly as it is, I would never leave this place, just float down the river laughing at the clouds above.

Ouchie! I ran the lawnmower over a little hill today thinking I was God and the jazzy "Snapper" was the little engine that could. Well, it couldn't! I got stuck on the hill, engine died and all. I tried pulling it off but as I grabbed the back end, my hand seared and blistered. Guess I shouldn't have touched that particular part of the mower, for my blisters resembled cream paint. Didn't know that was possible.

Speaking of 'snappers,' my Poppop apologized for snapping at me this morning because we "snap at the ones we are closest to and love the most." Why must love be so difficult?