The hubby shared this news story with me, prefaced by, “you so need to blog this.”
Our hometown is in a national competition to become one of 16 cities named Springfield to vie for the chance to host the hometown opening of The Simpsons movie in July.
But that’s not what’s really got me excited about this whole breaking news story. The crowning glory is the fact that the once gravel road I grew up on, Homer Worsham Road, (cue the dueling banjos melody), the road I drove my 1986 Chrysler Laser on like a bat out of hell to town and back during my senior year of high school, may be renamed Homer Simpson Road for the day.
Now that is something to be proud of.
Too bad we don’t have a son or I’d be tempted to name him Homer for the day.