I think I've got the crud. Not real sure, but it's pointing in that direction. I was feeling really shitty all day long, so about 7 p.m., I lied down on the couch and somewhere around that time, American Idol Rewind came on and I fell asleep.
I got back up about 11:30 just about when my daughter came home from work. I decided to try to do more tour stuff, then go on back to bed, but a blog post idea came to me after I "friended" Ryan Seacrest on Twitter, then found out I forgot to "friend" CNN, my most favorite television show of all time right behind American Idol. Somehow that's like comparing oranges to apples, but anyway, I came upon this site.
When I feel better, maybe I'll send something in to them, but it made me think in my pre-sick delusional state, of just what my secret place really was. Was it one place? A combination of many places?
After visiting the Smoky Mountains several years in a row, I decided that was the place where when I died, I wanted my ashes to be spred, so if I had to pick a favorite place, a secret place, it would be right here...
My daughter and son knows all about this particular secret spot and it wouldn't be hard to find at all. There's a certain cabin in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Go outside on the deck with the hot tub, look toward the uhh east maybe, well off the deck anyway, and that's the spot.
I could go on and on about this spot but I'm fading fast and need to go on back to bed.
Do you have a secret spot? If you blog about it, leave the link in your comments so we all can go take a peek!
Bon soir, my boomer friends...