Hey there, muh peeps! Or, should I say, "HEY Y'ALL!"
Okay, so here is today's Ashville, Noeth Cerlawna conversation overheard in the department store.
Darling little grandmama southern belle tugging a snug sweater over her ample bosom~
"Oh, wheel you lookey theyah. Ah managed to squeeeeeze into this heyah sweatah, even though it's only a saz...WHUT IN THE...it's a LAWJ? Heeyah I thowt this whole tam, ah was wearin' a smawal! Oh! That is jus' terribahl. Ah thowt it was a smawl. But it's a LAWJ!"
And her sweet little friend just smiled at both their reflections in the mirror, without saying a word.
HOW DELIGHTFUL! When I passed by the same rack a few minutes later, she was still there, primping and preening, and pulling at that same lawj sweatah. So I blessed her heart, gave her some sugah, and took another bite of my pecan log.
Wish you were hear, darlin's.
But you're not.
So I'm eating for both of us.
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