Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Gathering some odds and ends":
So you two Indiana crackers took a Route 66 road trip and stumbled into a Frank Lloyd Wright house, huh? "Oh, gee whiz Ken, look at them lines. We could do that on the farm." Say, Beth Ann, just leave the front door open and some of your barnyard animals will wander in. Your home will be just a Wright house---outside will be in.
Well, first of all, it was my cousin Shane and I that took the Route 66 trip in which we visited a Frank Lloyd Wright house, not me and Ken. Although you did capture my speech patterns with an eerie accuracy! I can't tell you how many times I say, "Oh, gee whiz, Ken!" Yep, that there's me!
I don't recall stumbling as I walked into the Wright house, but considering my clumsiness, it wouldn't surprise me!
Um...we don't live on a farm. We have property, but it's not a farm. We don't have a barn, so we don't have a barnyard. There are wild animals here, but without the barnyard, they technically aren't barnyard animals.
My name is Beth Anne. That's Anne with an E.
I'm not sure what I've done to generate such ire in this particular Anon, but damn, I'm good! Hey, Anon? To paraphrase your eminent sage self (with a grammar correction), your life must be really empty for you to write all this clumsy drivel about.....my blog entries? Maybe you should stop reading my blog and read a book, exercise, meditate, cook, ANYTHING but obsess over something like my blog (which you seem to find idiotic). No need to hand me a barf bag. Your comments don't make me feel nauseous, they just make me feel kind of sad and perplexed that you hate without provocation or reason. You can keep leaving comments if you are that bewitched by me (you wouldn't be the first), but that would just be kind of pathetic, wouldn't it?