Welcome to the South

So there are days when I'm incredibly happy to be living in a small Southern town. Those days include winter days that have sun, days when I order tea and it's assumed I mean iced sweet tea, and days my accent seems heavier than others (there are days where I sound like a Southern Belle, and I'm still trying to figure out why).
There are also days when I get incredibly fed up with being where I'm at. Those days include ignorance (which I know runs ramapant everywhere), people who think that a quarter of an inch of snow means they have to go at least ten miles under the speed limit, days when I feel incredibly antsy and get to choose between the bowling alley or a movie, and days when everyone seems to know your business.

But basically my life is a mixture of these days, not really heavy on one or the other...except the everyone knowing your business part...that part will haunt you. I guess it doesn't help that I grew up in this town, and my parents still live here. It makes me feel like a teenager trying to get away with something.
But mostly this is my life. (There are many like it, but this one is mine...)

So here are doses of my world, a little Southern slice of intrigue.