In regards to my husband's family reunion which I may or may not have referred to as the Hillbilly Hoedown more than once in the past month...I am now eating my words. When we arrived in this quaint little town not far from where he was born, this is one of the first sites I beheld.
Hard to hate on a place that could have been lifted straight off the set of the Ghost Whisperer. The people were wonderful, the landscape incredibly beautiful, and the food as mouthwatering as only homecooking can be. We had a great time, my husband had one of the best Father's Days ever, as did his father, and I only hope that yours was as peaceful and heartwarming as ours.
I would also like to add that no one forced me to sew a quilt, join any square dancing, or talk me into eating Rocky Mountain Oysters...which are not oysters at all.
We all know words are powerful, they are meant to be written with caution and read with care. If we speak them without thinking...we may end up eating them later. And they never go down easy.
That's my take on it.