This house has nothing to do with this post. Its just one of the many things I love and miss back home.
I love being back in the South. There are things you see you you'll never see anywhere else. And accents that just can't be beat. And I'm loving every minute of it.
Actual conversation overheard in a doctor's waiting room:
A man about my age walked in, checked in, looked around, suddenly lit up, walked across the room, and kneeled down next to a little old lady and said, "Ma'am you probably don't remember me, but I'm Tommy. I was in your fifth grade class."
She smiled at him and said she sure did remember him, and asked if he "had a real sweet wife and kids?" He stayed down on his knee, holding her hand, and showed her his wife and kids' pictures. He asked about her kids and husband and about her health. And then she asked him "Whatever happened to little Tony who you used to run around and play with?"
His answer was so southern I couldn't help but smile. "Well, ma'am, you'll be sad to know he got himself into some trouble. He's been married a few times, and has a few kids. And he's had trouble holding on to jobs. Its been a rough life for him."
Her answer was even more southern and sweet. "Well, is he a good daddy? Because the Good Lord will forgive you for getting mixed up with the wrong woman, but he won't forgive you for not being a good daddy. You just tell him I'll add him to my prayers. I pray for all my babies."
You just don't find that sort of thing outside of the South! I love it!
My baby sister, on a riding mower, with her pomeranian dog, wearing her riding boots. Another truly Southern sight to behold!