I thought I was done thinking about Shawnee here in southern Ohio, but I’ve got one last entry about the weekend in this campground.
Things Tracy and I have said just in the last 24 hours:
I never thought I’d want to call the police twice in one week.
I hope that entire family gets poison ivy.
As if the next-best way to get cool after not wearing a shirt is putting on a black leather vest.
See those neon lights in the woods? That’s where the rave was.
Don’t they know they’ve driven that dog insane?
You’re right: the lake is child stew.
Ohio fought for the Union, right? So when you’re showing a Confederate flag, there’s only one thing you’re saying.
Next time we end up at a campground on a weekend with this many people, I’m not leaving the trailer.
Oh that sticks!
It stinks with sticks!