Oh my…the
stereotypical love of sweet tea and chicken defines me. And when you have the baking of a grandma born and raised in the south, everything becomes a bit more sweet. Being born in Virginia
put me pretty me kinda close to being a Yankee. Obviously my
intended southern roots won out as I was dragged down to the sweet ol’ Georgia humidity,
peaches, and rednecks. But the South is known for its hospitality, something we
are obviously good at (unlike *cough* New Jersey). Although the frizz my hair
takes on in the summer is quite frustrating, I think I will probably stay in
the South. My family is here and let’s faces it, where else can I own a mini
farm in the middle of a city?
Although we Southerners have quite
distinct characteristics, we judge other parts of the country pretty harshly
too. First, there are the grumpy New Jersians, then the road rage New Yorkers
with liberal Oregonians and don’t forget the egotistical Californians. But I’m
sure there are a couple nice people somewhere in those states, right?
From sunburn necks and noses to
revival meetings and Sunday potluck, I think I’ll keep the South close by. And
maybe while we’re at it, do you think you could loan me a cup of sugar? Thank
ya sweetie, and God bless ya!
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