If you don’t get the title, it’s a Waiting for Guffman reference. If you haven’t seen Guffman yet…well, we have nothing else to talk about it. Good day to you.

For the rest of you…

The last couple of winters we’ve taken a few days of vacation at the fabulous cruise-on-land resort Woodloch in the Poconos. It’s swell, and we always have fun, and we will probably do it again this year, but I have been spending a little time looking for other possibile family vacation options. Surprisingly, one of the spots I encountered and didn’t immediately rule out was Branson. Yup. Branson, Missouri. It may not be the stool capitol of the world, but it still looks pretty okay.

Now, if it wasn’t a 20 hour drive, it would seriously be in the running right now. Hell, air far to Missouri has got to be cheap, but the pregger wife and the two monkey monsters…well, let’s just say a flight – no matter how cheap – ain’t happening.

Nevertheless, I am filing this spot away. It seriously reads like a bit of Americana. There are all kinds of shows you can attend, like the Baldnobbers (that’s got to be hip) and Andy Williams, and Bill Haley and Paul revere and the Raiders and Bill Medley. I had the time of my life indeed! Seriously, there may be some snow-capped heads here, but who cares. What is drawing all these legends to Missouri? When did Branson become the Vegas of the midwest?

Puppets, magic, music, wholesome family fun…No lie, I am very curious about what’s going on over there. Dude, they even have Broadway! Check the list, I’m not making it up. If they throw in a free jug of moonshine I may go myself.

There are some reasonable package prices here, so you might want to check it out. I may just click the I Want More link and get me color brochure. Carol won’t be pregnant forever. At least, I hope not. She’s taking up a lot more room in the bed these days.

Of course, if she reads that remark, I’ll be sleeping on the couch so it won’t really matter much.