Fried Mosquito in a Black-eyed Pea

I've got a Pez dispenser of the greatest athlete ever to play any sport: Michael Jordan the Jumpman. I'm thinking some day it will be worth more than my Jordan V's (white with red and black) which are the most awesome shoes ever made. My Jordan XIVs and XVIIs come in a close second and third, but all three pairs of my XVIIs wore out in less than six months. It's like they don't make them to play basketball any more. You would think a $200 pair of shoes would go at least a year.

Man! I promised myself no more posts about shoes. Why do we always go back to shoes? Let's talk about something else. Anything. What's up with that Froggie went a courtin' song? So the frog marries a mouse with her Uncle Rat's consent and then they have a wedding dinner with moths, june bugs, bees and fleas. Then a dancing cow, glutton tick and a thieving snake show up and things really go sour. A party crashing cat eats the bride and her uncle and then a stray duck eats the groom. Where did he leave his sword and pistol? This could be a blockbuster summer movie, but what was the deal with the cornbread?

I love cold cornbread. Uh-Huh!