When I was 13 my family went on a trip to Branson, Missouri. If you’ve never heard of it, look it up. (Not right now!! When you get done reading my nonsense. Trust me on this, you do want to finish today.) While we were there, we went to go to a show performed by Jim Stafford and yes, I still have my ticket stub.
Jim Stafford is a comedian who talks and sings, kind of like Rodney Carrington, but clearer. MUCH cleaner. Branson is family-oriented, not talking about how you came into a family. Anyway, Mr. Stafford sings this song that goes like this… “I don’t like spiders and snakes…and thats just what it takes…” and other than that, I can’t remember a single word–and those probably aren’t in order, either.
To me, spiders and snakes don’t worry me so much. Yes, I’m the weirdo who spent her late teens/early twenties with three tarantulas as pets. But nope, I have no inclination to hug a boa–he might wish to hug me back! However, I’d honestly prefer to walk past a large box full of spiders and snakes every single day than to come in contact with so much as a single drop of poison ivy oil! I cannot tell you the last summer I didn’t spend covered in poison ivy! Last year was so bad I had second degree burns on my arms from it (I didn’t know you could get burned from the stuff, but I guess it breaks your skin down like a burn would-it did burn and my skin was hot–but that’s what my doctor said was happening).
Alas, I got it again this year. Yay me!
Since this week so many authors are out of town at RT I’m doing an impromptu giveaway and giving away an ebook from my backlist (winner’s choice). All ya need to do to be entered is comment with what one thing (not a person, please) that could vanish from this world that you wouldn’t mind it’s disappearance.
BONUS: Here’s Mr. Jim Stafford singing ’bout his spiders and snake hatred.