I just returned from a lovely, fun-filled, family vacation (sarcasm) in the Smokie Mountains.
I kid. It was great.
For those of you who have never been, the area of Gatlinburg/Pigeon Forge is a built up touristy area located at the foothills of The Great Smoky Mountains National Park.
There are shops and restaurants and hotels and go-carts and mini-golf and dinner shows and aquariums and craft places and shootmeinthefacenowpleases and all kinds of family fun.
I prefer calling it Hillbilly Vegas.
If you are the sort of A-hole who always likes to correct people, you might be saying, “I thought Branson, Missouri was called Hillbilly Vegas.” To which I would reply, “Why thank you, A-hole, for reminding me of that. However, Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg are basically the same as Branson, only with a lot less God and Jesus.”
But since its farther east, I should call it, Hillbilly Atlantic City.
Regardless, I am home.
We were going to stay until this Saturday, but the weather was supposed to get crappy. Plus, coming back early saves money. Saved money equals happy wife. Happy wife equals happy husband. *eyebrow waggle*…….hahaha…I wish
I was trying to keep up with everybody’s blogs while I was gone, but the “High Speed” wi-fi at the hotel was slower than dial-up. (Might want to work on that….ahem…..Best Western)
So, after my reader got up over 500 posts, I just hit Mark All As Read and pretended you never happened.
It’s like I never left.
If you did write something really funny that I missed, let me know and I’ll swing by and comment.
Also, my kids now refer to me as Daddy Texts-A-Lot, after spending most of my time on my phone texting peoples.
I see no problem here.
I just pretend it’s my rapper name.