Walking down my street with Sara yesterday, I commented on the beauty of my neighbor’s dogwood tree. “Isn’t the dogwood native to Asia?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, “we had a dogwood festival back in Tennessee. I don’t think there’d be a festival for a non-native species.”

At which point I yelled “Kudzu Fest ’08!”

The fact that I am still considering the implications of such a celebration – everything from merchandising to themed rides – is a rather stark testament to my ability to take a joke too far.