Back in Tennessee

Here is what I have been up to since I arrived:

relaxing, eating too many helpings of Jay Anne's famous cheesy potatoes, purchasing new flip flops, drinking blue moons with fresh orange slices, walking in the grass with no shoes, working out on an actual bow flex (remember those? Yeah, my family still has one), missing my brothers- they are all oversees right now, and of course laughing about the fact that every single time I visit I get some sort of awkward comment from "The Uncle." (This time, a few of us were out at dinner and our granddad said to Kristyn (my youngest sister) and I, "Well you two are just gettin' prettier and prettier every time I see you," to which our Uncle replied, with that little look in his eye as if he were about to lick his lips, "Yeah, we've got two major hotties over here don't we?" Nothing like your Uncle thinking you're a hottie...)

So I'm sitting on the train...

...going downtown, when I look up to see a sign that says: The Meth Addict in your life doesn't think he has a problem. What do you think?

I'll tell you what I think. I think, What the hell kind of train am I on? Who is actually reading this and thinking, "Hmmmm, maybe T-Dog really does do too much meth." Is this add really aimed for the majority of the people on my train, because if so, I want off.