So, I attended a wedding in Orlando. Actually, they held it at the Grand Floridian resort at Disney World. I got to spend a few days down there and ended up crashing with my grandparents on the Gulf side. But my question is twofold... First and foremost, why does God hate Florida? IF he/she/it didn't, it wouldn't be so balls-awful hot. Second, what chemicals did you Floridians put it in the groundwater to make your insects turn into 1960s B-movie beasties? This isn't a bash Florida thread but if there's any place I can think of that better applies to "Nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there," it's the Sunshine State. So, for those who live there, please inform me the mystique of all that is Florida. For instance, is there a reason no one in the state knows how to make a decent pitcher of sweet tea? Bear in mind that all of this random pondering comes from someone who lives in Western North Carolina, where the Eric Rudolphs of the world come to hide, so if you need fodder to pick on me - well, there you have it. I live in good ol' Appalachia. My other part of this message is for the lovely Madame Z, whom I promised I'd post more ... I kinda got swept up in a friend's wedding. But I did come back with a sunburn and the verve and vinegar to post, post, post. See you all around the forum and Happy Fourth of July everyone!