"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
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yes!
I LOVE Easter time!
Oh, Easter! How I love thee! Let me count the ways. With Cadbury eggs and jelly beans, Peeps peeping (I don't really like eating them, but I think they are so cute.) and Lindor bunnies leaping into my mouth. Reese's eggs. What can I say more? I must stop. Alas. I'm shunning the bounty this year.
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