Could THIS get me to the Opry?

Hello folks, let’s chat… It all started when one of my lifetime friends posted an article on my Facebook wall with the following headline, “Cold Weather Kills Entire German Flea Circus.” I realize most people could ignore that, but Tanya knew full well that I’d have to know more. She’s wrong for that, too. Not only have I lost Google hours I will never be able to get back, but I now have an itch I can’t seem to scratch.

It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard of a flea circus but suddenly I had to know if it was for real. I discovered that yes, although some flea circuses use imaginary athletes, others are straight up, like this German act. For the record, the director said it was a difficult moment when he realized all 300 of his highly-trained itty-bitty stars had passed, but thankfully, he was able to recruit 50 new athletes before the next performance. Course, he did note that the replacement team didn’t have quite the pizzazz of his regulars. I thought that remark was unnecessary.

However, that pizzazz line— that’s what hooked me. See, my regular listeners will know that one of my longtime dreams is to tell my stories on the stage of the Grand Old Opry. Last week I announced on my live show that I had finally gotten that coveted invitation. I know! It was big fun while it lasted but I was eventually forced to say “April Fools!” and I think my board man is still pouting on being left out of that loop!

Still, I’ve been thinking that I need something to get the Opry’s attention, something unique, something special, something like a flea circus! But, alas, all of my research time is lost. The husband came in and said capital N-O to paying good money for that cute little circus box and Dixie, the All Things Southern Squirrel Patrol Czar has double dog dared me to order a flea. Goodbye, Grand Old Opry. I don’t think it’s meant to be.

Hugs,
Shellie