I'm So Freaking Southern it Ain't Even Funny

No, I'm not sitting down drinking a Bush and watching Nascar. Nor have I redecorated my living room with dead animal heads, had a baby by a first cousin or anything that drastic. Although I am picking up a bit of an accent. I just risked life and limb in the CB Foods parking lot (and those of us who live in the south do know that entering the grocery store parking lots under a snow advisory is close to suicidal) to get the obligatory bread, milk, eggs and toilet paper since after all, they are predicting a whole whopping three inches of snow over night. I did live to tell about it which is a good thing. It wouldn't be pretty if I ran out of milk and had to skip my morning coffee!