It's kind of like Ale-8-1 and salsa--certain words just don't seem to mix well. In researching something at work today, I came across the web site of a Kentucky woman who touts herself as the author of "Amish romance novels." Somehow, the image that immediately comes to mind is that of a paperback cover adorned with a sketch of Fabio with a black felt hat and beard blowing in the wind, behind a plow and team of mules.
In digging a little more, I couldn't find any genuine connection between Amish beliefs and romance novels, although to be fair, I can't characterize my browsing as any kind of definitive research. And who knows--some people actually like Ale-8 salsa, so maybe the "romance" novels aren't so bad. I can see it now: "And then he saw the top of her creamy white...foot. To dillute the tension he felt, he built a barn. And another one. And plowed a field--by hand."
From the heart of the Bluegrass, welcome to the land of horse farms and tobacco farms, hay fields and coalfields, where bluegrass meets Bluetooth (technology). Still with me? Read on...
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