As a little escape from the construction zone two days before turning seven weeks pregnant, we headed out to Fanning Springs to meet our friends. Although none of them showed up. Thanks, guys! Instead, we lounged about in a beautiful setting surrounded by tramp stamps, cigarette smoke and a ridiculous amount of barbecuing. Hey, I have this great idea! Let’s put a bunch of dead, cut up bodies on ice, drive them to a state park and publicly cook them on an open flame! Who needs watermelon, potato salad and cookies when we can roast corpses! I really can’t understand the world we live in.