Say Cheese
You know you’re in Wisconsin when
Or when I say, “Andy, look up.”
Half fish, half woman. Somebody must occasionally apply a smear of deodorant. She didn’t smell the least bit fishy.
A shout out to Cleos in Appleton, especially for those infamous Dirty Snowballs.
Or you find yourself thoroughly enjoying Boogie and the Yo-Yoz.
Wisconsibly, of course.
Or you come upon a very old lighthouse on Lake Michigan in Door County
Or you discover a bumble bee on approach to a Salvia bloom
Or you spot goats on the roof at Al Johnson’s
Or you find yourself gorging on Cherry Stuffed French Toast with a side of bacon at The White Gull Inn.
Or your sister suddenly sneaks up on you to ask if you might want a kiss. Uh…
Or you attempt the Lambeau Leap at Lambeau Field!
Or you’re just hangin’ with friends and family on a Monday night when suddenly the Green Bay Packers emerge from a tunnel!
Or even better yet Aaron Rodgers throws (1 of 5) touchdown passes not fifty feet in front of you!
And to think it all began about ten days ago with Happy Wife tickling an exceptionally passive moose