Shining Moons Over Arkansas

Attended an Arkansas small-town celebration a few years ago somewhere on the map, where two-lane roads were in need of repair, driving for hours and eating dust caused despair. We met our friends at a specific destination, so glad to see familiar and friendly faces, had an opportunity to take a picture with a queen, an honorable title of Miss CatfishTeen. The highlight of the day was a picnic feast, all you can eat fresh fish, coleslaw and taters, walking up to the long line my shorts fell down, exposing two shiny moons much to my frown. The lesson of this story is to check the elastic on your shorts and keep a safety pin in pocket, also to remember to wear your Fruit of the Loom in case you have a wardrobe malfunction of doom.