Darlins', don't y'all understand why this blog is named Gone South?

Truth is, I have been overwhelmed by a bout of laziness in the dog days of August, depression at the prospect of driving to Dallas in this heat next Thursday to help dispose of my mother's and father's belongings, and deep disappointment in the Tingler, which I've decided will make a lovely whisk for the kitchen.

And I will point out that Miss Francesca is hardly one to be pointing fingers for a lack of posts. And she still hasn't gotten back to me on Fabio.

"Lyman, haven't you planted that mint YET?!"

LATER: Maybe I have been unfair. Here is a Tingler testimonials page. With a little more work on those tines ...

Or maybe what I really need is a Sqwiggler.