Charleston, SC
I've been tugged in a thousand directions lately. I did walk tonight but it was late and dark so I've pulled this shot from one of my Charleston albums. My coconut cupcakes are baked and frosted and I am off to bed as soon as I download a song for a slideshow. Y'all don't stay up too late. Here is a quick funny from oldhorsetailsnake:
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.
Ernest Hemingway: To die in the rain, alone.
Grandpa: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.
Barbara Walters: Isn't that interesting? In a few minutes we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.
Albert Einstein: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?
Colonel Sanders: Did I miss one?
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