Dining in Arkansas

Thanks to everyone for your concern and prayers about Jenna. We kept her on Tylenol a couple of days and she is back to her old self. Today I asked her how she felt and she said, "I feel sick." Since she said this while she was jumping on the couch, I didn't take much stock in it.

There's a restaurant on the interstate here called Brown's Country Store and Buffet or something like that. They sell coonskin caps. In fact, Brown's is pretty proud of their coonskin caps because they have a billboard and a huge sign out front advertising them. Personally, I don't want to eat at a place that sells coonskin caps. Because where's the rest of the raccoon? On the buffet? None for me, thanks.

In other news, Julia and I seem to have a similar sense of humor, and I realize this is not a good thing. Anyway, I was telling her the other day about when she was about three and really wanted to ride home in the car from our friend's house stark naked. (We didn't let her.) After I was telling her about this, we decided to make up a song about driving naked. I'm pretty proud of what we came up with, so I'm going to share it with you fine people.

(NOTE: I made up a second verse on my own and have not shared it with Julia because it contains a word that is *ahem* not allowed in our house.)

"Driving Naked"
(to the tune of "Oh, Susanna")

I've got my suitcase all packed up
I'm going on a trip
But I won't drive a single mile
Til I completely strip

Chorus:
I drive naked!
It's lots of fun for me
I want to see all 50 states
As bare as I can be

Massachusetts was just fine
And Maine was pretty neat
But the heat in Arizona
Made my butt stick to the seat

(repeat chorus)

I just realized that when you're driving across the country naked, you don't need to pack a suitcase. Oh, well.