March 19, 2005

  • Southern Livin'


    I'm home in the south.  A place where we have words unique and colorful.  Like j'eet - as
    "j'eet yet?"


    The drive across the midst of the country was uneventful.  Mostly.  I was thinking lyrical thoughts this morning so I was working on a poem, until Michael said, "Mom, stop writing poems cause when the wheels hit the bumps at the edge of the road my cd player skips."


    Picky kid.


    I would write more about the trip, but there's basketball on tv and I have a pent up need to watch it. 

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