The Dirty South
Since I've been on the topic, I have made the decision that I am going to end up marrying a Southern guy. In my seemingly-endless, Nyquil-weening insomnia episode last night (I could get hooked, so I had to stop), I ended up watching a Paula Deen Wedding special on Food Network. It was all about the preparations for her wedding in Savannah, and her two grown sons were in on all the planning. They aren't the cutest, but they did have the sweetest little Southern accents, and I fell in love with them.I was in Savannah visiting friends a couple of years ago, and it's an adorable town. I love the South - the tradition, the weather, the lifestyle, and especially the accents. A lot of people I know tend to find Southern accents heinous, but I think they are wonderful, and I think I need to find and marry myself a Southern gentleman. It's this ridiculous little fantasy I have of spending afternoons making cornbread and fried chicken from scratch, waiting for my husband to arrive back to our plantation. We have a nice romantic meal while he tells me about whatever rich and fabulous job he has, and I tell him about the charity something I'm planning for the the underprivileged organization I work for, and then after dinner we retire to the porch swing on the veranda and watch the cattle graze and poop grass. I think I would be quite good at the Southern housewife sort of thing, if I could learn to shut my mouth a little more.
posted by KA @ 11:07 PM
2 Comments:
Howdy NG,
Just roaming around surfing blogs and found a link to you from sarasegura. I gotta tell you yours is one of the most entertaining blogs I've come across. I wish you well in your quest for Scarlet-hood. There's a career waiting for you as a writer, if you want it... Your admirer, Oz.
Thanks for the well-wishes, Oz! But as for a writing career, it will have to remain a contingency plan unless my midday martini-swilling, PTA soccer mom plans for motherhood or my "slave to corporate America" plans don't work out.
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