i was going to write a really long, drawn-out post about our trip to americus this weekend, and bore you with stories of driving, large amounts of food and old people who i thought were older than possible when we left there 15 years ago.

i won’t.

all you need to know: i lived in americus from when i was 3 or 4 until half-way through my 6th grade year. we went back for the 175th anniversary of first baptist church, where my dad was minister of education and youth.

the main point was going to be this:
dang, americus has a whole lot of gnats.

it was nice to see so many familiar faces from my past.

next time, you all have to come to us…

gnats suck.