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Right now I’m blogging in a hotel room in the great state of Georgia (where my dad grew up). ๐Ÿ™‚ My family and I traveled down yesterday and we’ll be here till tomorrow working on some things that need to be finished up.

We drove down in two separate vehicles so I rode in the van that my older sister was driving. I must say, I had a blast! ๐Ÿ™‚ Traveling for four hours in a vehicle with my older sister was wonderful; we could laugh, yell, talk, and sing as loud as we wanted too without having to worry about bothering anybody else. I’m looking forward to the drive back home tomorrow! ๐Ÿ˜€

Anyway, I wanted to share with y’all my thought on haikus. They stink.

Okay, I’m kidding! ๐Ÿ™‚ I do enjoy reading haikus as long as they are about things that make sense. I hate reading a haiku and wondering whatย abstract idea the author was trying to convey in a short seventeen-syllable poem.ย Well, the other day I saw something that effectively conveys my view of haikus. ๐Ÿ™‚