Arkansas is often called “The Natural State,” which I assumed meant that women didn’t shave their legs. (I’m busy and don’t have time to do any actual “research”).
Shockingly, that’s incorrect (although to avoid confusion, they may want to specify that on their literature).
Actually, I’m learning that Arkansas is a naturally beautiful state. The other day, I took my sister’s dogs to a place called Pinnacle Mountain State Park, where we hiked about 3 miles around the base of the hill (Although a nice size, I refuse to call it a mountain. After all, I once hiked up Mt. Fuji, and THAT, Mr. Vice President, is no Mt. Fuji).
People who live in the South cannot imagine the simply joy that exists just by being able to be outside on a sunny day in the middle of March. March in the Twin Cities just means that there’s about 2 more months of winter. Which is probably why most murder/suicides happen in March. (again, no research).
But here, I am able to take my sister’s most-loved possessions–her children, really–and take them on a glorious hike through a beautiful land.
They both rolled in dead armadillo. Also, later on the yellow lab vomited bark and acorns. So, you know, I must be a REALLY good dog-sitter.