COUGH, COUGH

My raspy ill voice is by no means sexy....... I am tired of sounding like a seventy-year old male smoker every time I answer the phone. I am tired of having to repeat myself because nobody can understand me. I am tired (as sweet as it is) of my co-workers asking me if I need to go home every time I hack. Basically, I am sick and tired of being sick and tired! And that is my rant for the day.......!







WHAT DID THE SICK BABY BANANA SAY TO THE MOMMA BANANA?

I DON'T 'PEEL' GOOD.



Friends vs. Southern Friends

FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Always bring the food. And lots of it.

FRIENDS: Will say 'hello'.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.

FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad.

FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Cry with you. And for you.

FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you. And most of the time know you better than you do yourself.

FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, 'Are you home?' If you are not home they will wait.

(Got this in an e-mail this morning, the "call your parents mom and dad" is so very true and "could write a book of direct quotes," pretty much sums up me and my girls!)

Love having my mom in town!


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