This is why I live in Idaho, if anyone wants to visit me, they can only get here on conestoga wagon once they get into the Idaho border. Then once they get into the “non-Idahoan checkpoint station” they must send a written message via carrier pidgeon that they’ve arrived. Then hike 10 miles, hang a right at the alfalfa field, then bear right again at the irrigation ditch, then a button hook left down by the Old Man Johnson’s sod farm and...well you get the idea. :)
Oh, BTW krunkygirl, you could use your love of martinis to filter out potential suitors. Can they make a good martini? Or do they struggle to mix milk and macaroni along with powdered cheese to make macaroni? As for me, I learned to mix a drink known only as the Alabama Slammer. It’s great...if you don’t like your liver. :)
Yeah, a man who could make and appreciate a good (vodka, please!) martini would likely get my attention, initially, anyway. ;)
Guess you know it would take more than that to maintain my interest, though...
GOP, are you really that far out in the middle of nowhere?! ...or are you just kidding?
[don’t tease me now, I am very gullible...and even I have a hard time making that boxed macaroni stuff taste good ;) ]